Mr. Hyunh and Oskar belong to Craig Bartlett and Nickelodeon. Cream, Cheese, and Vanilla belong to SEGA.

Mr. Hyunh and Cream: Excuse Me?

"Oskar! For the last time, I will not be giving you money!"

For the third time today, the irate Vietnamese man slammed the door in the Czechoslovakian man's ruddy face. When will that leech ever learn?

Just then, though, Mr. Hyunh could hear a faint ringing in the distance: the dinner bell. Never before had he thought Grandma could have such perfect timing.

'Perhaps food will calm me,' Hyunh hoped to himself as he held his growling stomach, his irritation already forgotten.

The way down, thankfully, was uneventful for the foreign fellow, especially since there was no Oskar in sight this time. At least Mr. Hyunh would have a few more moments of peace and solitude. Such qualities, after all, were rare in the Sunset Arms boardinghouse, so the Vietnamese man had learned long ago to treasure such calm moments and never take them for granted.

Taking in a deep, cleansing breath, Mr. Hyunh smiled to himself in the pleasant silence as he gaited down the last few steps to the first floor. Today—this very day— will end on a good note, he assured himself.

If only he had anticipated the surprise, blinking up at him with russet irises full of curiosity, awaiting him near the bottom. He heard her before he saw her.

"Excuse me, sir?"

The voice, soft as silk and sweet as honey, froze him in mid-step, but confused him as well, inciting the man to inspect his surroundings closely. Who had just spoken?

Then out of nowhere, Hyunh felt a gentle tug on one of his pants' legs. Though startled initially by the unexpected contact and nearly releasing an undignified squeak, the Asian man managed to catch himself and then gather the courage to obey his curiosity and peer down at his feet.

His eyes must have been lying to him!

Before him stood an anthropomorphic rabbit girl of such tiny stature that he would have surely tripped over her if her voice hadn't halted him in time. Her peach colored fur—marked by brown colorings on her head, around her eyes, and on the tips of her lengthy, floppy ears— her snow white muzzle, and tiny pink nose almost sparkled in the well-lit light of the adjacent hallway, only to be outdone by the liquid brilliance sealed in her expansive, brown eyes. The aqua cravat around her neck, meanwhile, did well in complementing her sleeveless, orange dress, accompanied by the white portions of her attire—collar, yellow-buttoned cuffs on the arms, and large gloves. Her shoes shared the dress's hue and had yellow trimming circled around their tops, reaching up to her medium-length, white socks.

And the craziest part...? She beamed at him as if there were nothing wrong!

Mr. Hyunh was speechless. Mr. Hyunh was shell-shocked. Mr. Hyunh—

"Hey Hyunh, what's with the kid in the rabbit suit? I thought Halloween was last month!"

...was so not ready to put up with another round of Kokoschka's madness.

So instead, the Vietnamese fellow, sighing as he felt his patience already beginning to be tested, shot a sharp glance at Oskar before addressing the bunny child, making sure first to soften his stare so he wouldn't upset her.

"Um, yes, who are you?" he questioned gently, adjusting his glasses to view her better. He bent down on one knee so he wouldn't appear so tall to her.

Both men went slack-jawed as the young girl suddenly bowed her head to them in respect! Mr. Hyunh, once again, couldn't believe his eyes! Ever since he had left his home country, the closest this immigrant had ever come to receiving such a gesture had been when he had accidently bumped into a young woman of Asian descent, one who obviously had been raised in a very traditional family, just like him, even though her family's culture had been Japanese rather than Vietnamese.

Regardless, Mr. Hyunh could not help but sense deep warmth bubbling up from within him, touched by this show of respect. Whoever were the parents of this girl, Mr. Hyunh had to grant them credit. This child's politeness would have put Arnold to shame!

"Hello, sirs; my name is Cream. My mother and I just moved in here with my dear friend Cheese. Right now she's downstairs, talking to Mr. Phil about the living arrangements."

Hyunh nodded. "I see. So...why are you here instead of with your mother?"

At this query, the bunny girl drew a concerned frown. "I'm sorry, sir. I only came upstairs to find my friend Cheese. No one's seen him since we came in, so I've been worried. Mr. Phil told me to go to his grandson's room to see if Arnold could help me."

"Oh no, it is...alright. You have nothing to apologize for. Perhaps I can help you find your friend?"

The tiny lapine perked at these words. "Would you really, sir?"

This dear child's smile was so infectious that Hyunh couldn't help returning it as he nodded. "Of course; besides, you are very, very sweet! I would hate to let a child as kind as you alone by herself.

"Oh, yes, please! That's nice of you Mr...um..."

"Hyunh—I am Mr. Hyunh."

Hyunh and Cream...I think the potential fluff is about to suffocate me. :)

This would have originally been a one-shot romance between Hyunh and Vanilla, but I knew I would never get around to doing that, so I merged this into a chapter for the series.