Felix has never been so nervous in his life. He twiddled the box in his pocket while attempting to look interested in Tamora's story about a particularly dim player and how she couldn't even make it 15 seconds into the game. They were sitting in the forest in Sugar Rush, both believing that they needed a break from their respective games; though Felix had a particular reason for being here.
Sergeant Calhoun. Just the name brought chills of pleasure up his spine. That high-definition in her face... amazing. Not to mention the rest of her figure. From her short blonde hair, her perfect skin, or... her, er, shapeliness.
Uh oh. Felix hoped she wouldn't notice him crossing his legs.
Though, it wasn't just her physical appearance that he loved. Her passion for... well, the death... of the evil in her game; her no-nonsense attitude; the fact that she could command an entire army and make them wet their pants from fear all alone; how smart and calculating she was; he could drag on for days.
"And then, you'll never believe it! The Cybug actually ate the screen!" Tamora exclaimed, laughing. He took this as his cue to laugh, too; he admitted a loud, fake laugh.
"You okay, civilian?" Tamora asked, looking at him quizzically. All the mirth was gone from her eyes.
"Yes, ma'am. Why do you ask?" He smiled nervously.
"Well, you seem quieter than usual. What's the problem?"
"Nothin'. Just a long day." He forced a smile for her; not like he really expected her to believe it. She was too smart for that.
"Spill, Fix-It." She stated coolly.
He shuffled guiltily. "So, this is the end. There is no way she would ever say yes. She's too amazing. I'm just a humble handy-man." He looked into her eyes. "...I...don't even bother, Fix-It. What she will ever see in me, I'll never know. She needs a real man. Someone...manly, strong, tough as nails, smart...and tall."
"Fix-It?" Sergeant Calhoun asked, actually concerned.
"Nothing, ma'am. Really. I'm okay. Don't worry about it."
"Then why do you keep fidgeting?" She asked, growing frustrated.
"Gosh darn that military sense! Why on earth did I think I could hide something from her?"
He stood up, motioning for her to do the same. When she did, with a confused look on her face. He bent down to one knee.
"You're one dynamite gal!" she could have sworn she heard Brad say as she saw Brad bend down on one knee. She shook her head, and faced a tiny, scared Felix.
"Tamora... will you do...me... the honor of...marrying me?" He asked, pulling out a velvet box. He opened it to show a beautiful gold band with a single diamond, with little Sapphires on the sides.
"The Sapphires match your eyes." He stated shakily when she didn't respond.
She stared for a long time, unable to comprehend what was happening. "You're one dyn-" She squinted and shook her head, trying to shake her memory.
"Okay." She heard a despondent Felix say as he closed the box, looking at the ground. She smiled, and scooped him in her arms.
"Of course."
"REALLY?!" He shouted, grinning madly. He wrapped his arms around her neck. "You've made me the happiest man alive!"
She smiled. "I know, Fix-It, " earning a laugh from him.