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Hi guys! So to answer a couple reviews, I do not know where I'm deploying yet, I am going to a ship and that's about as much as I know. I'm glad you are liking the story so far! It's good to see people really getting into the stories. I enjoy writing them, and I hope to keep it interesting!

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Ambiguity

Blaze knew he had messed up.

He was walking, minding his own buisness in Orgrimmar when he came across a small trolly with flowers on it. He stared as the goblin selling them pushed the trolly around, yelling out prices randomly as he walked into the goblin slums. Blaze wondered briefly why the sudden buisness in selling something so frivolous, before remembering that it was the annual "Love is in the Air" Festival. So of course, certain parties would be interested in purchasing something like flowers and presenting them to someone that they were attracted to.

Well Blaze wasn't having it. He had no interest in participating in these silly activities, and he most certainly didn't have a "special someone" to share it with.

No-sir-ee. He was just fine, staying away from the festivities and drinking a good ale at the local bar.

"Oy! Blaze!" The goblin in question turned, looking at his lady friend, Azerieh. She was stomping towards him, her flaming red hair pulled into a very neat braid, her eyes seeming to be on fire, her shoulders hunched forward.

"Er... Yes?" He said, questioning what he could have possibly done wrong this time. He wracked his brain carefully, but it all came up blank. But boy did she look mad.

"What the heck is this?" She said, shoving a very overdone, glittery pink heart parchment, covered in bubble red letters with little smiley faces and hearts splayed about the page. He read the text quickly, realizing that at the end, it said his name, signed in almost perfect forgery of his signature. He was actually quite impressed.

"Where did you get that?" He asked, swiping it out of her hand and reading it closer, admiring how close the penmanship was to his own. "Do you really think that I would give you something like this? It's so... tacky."

"Are you trying to cover up that you did it by saying it's forged?" Azerieh asked warily, snatching it back and placing her hands on her hips. He looked her over carefully. She was a very well trained warrior, and he wasn't really in the mood to upset her. He'd already earned enough bruises from her punches, and he wasn't keen on more. Her purple eyes were trained on his face, scanning it for any trace of falsity, which he had to say, he was proud he could keep a pretty straight face. A stray curl fell into her face, and he felt the sudden urge to move it back into place. He shook his head.

"Why would I go to all that trouble anyway?" He said. "Definitely too much work for me. You know how lazy I am." Azerieh quirked an eyebrow.

"What are you trying to say, that you wouldn't do something like this for me?"

Oh no. Abort. Abort!

"I mean, it's not really like me." He said sheepishly, trying to divert. "I mean, you're a cool gal and all-"

"But what, I'm not good enough for a love letter?"

Oh boy.

"Now Az, I didn't say that and you know it." He said, sensing greatly that he was in danger of getting pummeled. He took a couple steps back, his hands in the air in surrender. "Don't twist my words."

But it was already too late. She was already furious at him.

"I see how it is Blaze Flareblitz." She said, poking him hard in the chest. Ow.

"Well take this fake note back. Have fun with yourself this festival Blaze." She stormed off, and in that moment, Blaze became very aware that he had done the one thing no man should do. Piss off a woman. He sighed, scratching his head. What was he thinking? He looked down at the crumpled note, confused as all fel and not quite sure what to do next.

"I take it she didn't appreciate your confession of love." A sly voice came out, startling him slightly.

"Lebkha, what did you do." Blaze asked, knowing this was likely all her fault.

"Well, I was hoping she wouldn't get mad about it persay." Lebkha said, scratching symbols into the dirt. "But apparently my cousin is picky about how she get's confessed to-"

"Lebkha-" Blaze said, facepalming. "What were you thinking? I had no intentions of 'confessing' anything to Azerieh."

"I know!" She said brightly. "So I did it for you! You're both so dense, I figured I'd help you out a bit!"

Blaze groaned, thinking quickly.

"Well I better go explain all this to her. I don't want her to be mad at me forever." He said, rushing off. "You stay out of my love life next time Lebkha! I can take care of it myself!"

Lebkha waved as he ran off, giggling. She looked down to her pet cinder kitten, who was licking her molten fur and purring loudly. She giggled and peered off into the distance.

"Ah, young love."

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Woo this one is a doozy. I hope you all enjoyed it! Onto more stories!