Song belongs to Lionel Richie.
*Worst Case of Writer's Block*
Pam was passing Pythor's room when she caught a glimpse inside. Around the bottom of his desk where he was sitting was littered crumbled papers. And Pythor was sitting there writing before ripping the page out with a grunt and crumbling it before throwing it to the floor with all the others.
"Oh, I'll never get this!" he cried to himself as he rubbed his head-gem. "How does Jay even do this anyway?"
"Pythor, is everything alright back here?" Pam asked, walking up to him. She jumped back with surprise when he jumped up from his seat with a yelp and turned to her with a slight blush.
"P-Pa-Pamela!" he cried, hiding his writing pad behind his back. "Wh-What are you doing here?"
"I was just passing by when I spotted you here," she answered. "Is everything okay here?"
"Uh, yeah," he answered quickly. "Everything's fine."
"Ya sure?" she asked, picking up one of the crumbled papers. "Cuz it looks like you're coming down with the worst case of writer's block I've ever seen." Pythor sighed with a frown.
"Is that what you call when you're having trouble coming up with the right words for your love poem?" Pam blinked in reply.
"You were trying to write a love poem?" Pythor's face then went from blush to pale.
"Uh, well…ya see…Jay asked me to help him write this love poem for Nya, but…I'm having trouble with some of the rhymes." Pam can easily see that Pythor's fibbing and that the poem was really for her, but she decided to humor him.
"Well, poems don't have to rhyme all the time," she explained. "Poets write them to express passion and emotion upon the subject they're talking about. And sometimes…you make up the rhymes yourself as you go along."
"So…I just need to put some passion into it and make up my own rhymes?" he asked with interest.
"That's the fun of creativity." With a huge smile, Pythor gathered her into a big hug and kissed her on the cheek.
"Pamela, you truly are my muse! In fact, you've just inspired me for the words I need to write." Pam only giggled as she returned the hug.
"I'll let you get back to your writing then," she said before they broke the hug. She then left with a slick smile as Pythor then got back to writing on his pad.
*Serenade for a Rose*
Pam just had to smile from her bedroom window. Pythor had appeared under it and is serenading her while playing on his guitar. She couldn't help but watch him with a smile and listen with a sigh; he's singing her favorite song after all. Soon he rapped it up with the last part.
Hello!
Is it me you're looking for?
'Cause I wonder where you are
And I wonder what you do
Are you somewhere feeling lonely?
Or is someone loving you?
Tell me how to win your heart
For I haven't got a clue
But let me start by saying I love you
With a smile, Pam took a rose from her windowsill and toss to him, and he caught it with gusto before sniffing it. Then he looked up at her with a flirty expression, causing her to blush with a giggle.
*Pythor's Most Embarrassing Moment*
"Say, Pythor?" Pam asked, stroking the Anacondrai's long neck as he rested his head on her lap. "Can I ask you a question? You don't have to answer it if you don't want to." He only cracked one eye open at her with a lazy smile.
"Pamela, darling," he purred, loving the feeling of her hand stroking his neck, "whatever question you have, I shall answer it without hesitation."
"Well, it's kinda personal, but…what would you say was the most embarrassing moment of your life?" The snake's face went red-violet at that question, and Pam felt she might have crossed the line. "Like I said, you don't have to—"
"That would be the time Zane walked in on me while I was taking my shower." She blinked at him in reply at his answer.
"Why did he do that?"
"He wanted to tell me that Sensei wanted to see me as soon as possible."
"And he couldn't bother to knock first? For a Nindroid, that was pretty stupid of him."
"He told me it was urgent."
"Aw, poor baby," she cooed, kissing him on the head-crystal. He then smiled as his blush grew redder.
Now that made me feel better.