Admirer

This feeling.

Pressing his hand to his chest, beneath the fabric of the T-shirt, it was there. As stubborn and persistent as the annoying human women whom gawked in unseemly appreciation for his form.

The leap and flutter of his foolish heart.

All because a few words had fallen from her rosebud lips.

"You look nice." She had said, before they had parted ways for the accomplishment of the assignment.

~Finis~

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