Roger ran out of his apartment like it was on fire.
He was certainly not late for his date, but had somehow convinced himself that he needed at least an hour to prepare for it. And now that he was one minute late for starting his hour of preparation, he had concluded that he had to hurry.
Roger made his way down the street while continuously glancing at his pocket watch. The nervous toon was anxiously combing back his ears and making humorous facial expressions. He was unknowingly receiving dirty looks from the people he was pushing past, in his rush to get to the flower store. He didn't seem to notice anyone, wrapped up in his own thoughts of which flowers he should buy, how late was fashionably late, and, of course, which jokes he should use.
It was the jokes that occupied most of his thoughts.
Roger may have been a rabbit, but among rabbits he was probably the least sexually active. He did not care much for physical attraction. He did not lust for women or toons, and a woman's body was not something that really interested him.
What Roger longed for was a woman's smile.
He loved to make people laugh. He made a living of cracking jokes, doing slapstick, and making funny faces. He prided himself on his humor, and making people happy. In Rogers mind, if someone did not laugh at his routines, he would have to keep trying until they did.
The toon rabbit wondered which genre of comedy he should try on his date. Maybe simple, childish jokes? But then again, he didn't want to seem immature. Or maybe physical comedy? But they might get kicked out of the restaurant...
He continued racking his brain for ideas as he unwittingly stepped into traffic, and only snapped away from his thoughts as he heard a loud honking from an oncoming truck.
Roger had not experienced much pain as the truck had rolled over him. Being at toon, physics were not quite the same for him as they were for humans, so being run over felt about as painful as a bee sting. The weight of the truck had flattened him out into a rather comical looking pancake, and curious passerby stared at the dazed toon as he lay there.
The squished rabbit dazedly shook his head and and looked at his surroundings until his eyes landed on a clock tower. His eyes became ridiculously large as he saw the time. Oh no, I only have a half-hour left! He thought to himself.
Roger peeled himself off the ground and began to run. Almost immediately he fell on his face as his flimsy two dimensional body gave out from under him. Only then noticing his own condition, he stuck his thumb in his mouth and blew hard. His body quickly filled with air and he was back to his old self again. After dusting himself off, he sprinted to the flower store.
Bursting through the doors, Roger came to a stop and breathed heavily. He had made record time in getting to the store, but he could hardly breathe as he made his way over to the shocked cashier.
"Uh... can I help you, sir?" the cashier asked. Roger looked at the employee and grinned as he made his way forward, finally able to breathe again. "Yes, yes, yes you can, friend! I need flowers for the most beautiful, amazing, and wonderful woman in the world. Do you have anything like that?"
The cashier looked at the excited rabbit and chuckled a bit. "Well, I don't know if we have the kind of flowers for someone like that, but I'll try to find something she might like." the cashier said. Roger nodded vigorously at him and checked his watch again. The cashier turned around and walked into the back, but not before stealing one more glance at the toon and smiling a bit.
Roger waited impatiently for the man to return as he kept checking his watch. He hoped the flowers would be as beautiful as she was, but then again that was impossible. She was most definitely the most beautiful toon in the world.
He stopped pacing and closed his eyes as he pictured the person that caused him many sleepless nights. Her, the angel who stole his heart. She made his heart flutter with her flowing red hair, her curvaceous figure, and her smoking eyes. But what really set him off was her smile. That kind, humorous smile that made his stomach flip and his heart go pitter-patter.
How he craved that smile and the laughter that came from it.
Just thinking of her made him sigh longingly and cause cartoon hearts to appear above his head. His ears twisted into the shape of a heart and he wrapped his arms around himself, wishing it was her embracing him.
The cashier returned and Roger tore himself away from his thoughts as he inspected the flowers the man had brought. They looked like roses, but were much larger. Each petal on the flowers was a different color, and they twisted together to form a lovely rainbow. The flowers were even more than Roger had hoped for, and he smiled brightly. "I'll take 'em!" he said happily.
Roger was practically sprinting down the sidewalk with flowers in hand as he checked the numbers on the buildings. When he found the right one, he skidded to a stop and made his way into the apartment building. He began to nervously shake as he went up the stairs and soon found himself at his destination. Doing a once over on himself, he smoothed his ears back as he checked his watch one last time.
Right on time. Not a minute late.
He let out a sigh of relief as he steeled himself and raised a quivering hand to knock on the door. He knocked three times and stepped back as he heard her come to the door. As it opened he looked up and her name suddenly filled his mind.
Jessica...