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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