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To someone else, it might have been a mere touch of the hand. To Marvin, it was a much bolder gesture than he was used to. At first, he was going to adjust the brim of his helmet but gradually, he found himself reaching out instead of upward, tentatively placing a hand over Minerva's.

It was soft--which wasn't terribly surprising, she was renowned for her fluffy coat--but he wasn't expecting it to be so warm. Speaking of which, so was his face and the longer they held hands, the warmer it got. He truly hoped he wasn't overstepping any boundaries. He usually wasn't the one to initiate physical contact but he must have been doing something right, considering her tail was wagging.

His pulse seemed to beat in the same manner. It was a wonder that she and everyone else in the vicinity couldn't hear it. Marvin tried to steady himself, feeling a surge of electricity as she rubbed his knuckle and jokingly pointed out that they were in public.

"Oh? I-I mean, yes. I was aware of that."

―               The old rat is looking down at the mess that was made. Leave it to him to be as conspicuously inconspicuous as possible. It was quite a lot that went wrong, and in the end the entire flower cart was on it's side. Thankfully, the seller wasn't around... Surely that would fix itself. After all, that's how it worked back in the Lost World. So instead, the rat looked up at the only other witness to his clumsy crime.

               ❝   My dear, I'm glad you're okay. Such a shame that rapscallion managed to run before either of us knew how to react.   ❜

               A bold faced lie, told in as plainly as possible. Certainly not a threat, but an unspoken request to say she saw nothing.

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the second she opens the door, he’s ready. “miss mink?” he asks. wearing a loose fitting shirt & tie for the gag, with a definitely fake badge in his gloved hand. the other reaching out to shake hers’. “yakko warner, card carrying fbi agent. i’m going to have to ask you to remove -ahhhh- any & all obstructions.” he grins & raises his brows. half expecting dot to show up with a mallet, any second. but he thinks this is his best attempt yet. the badge even says federal body inspector. of course he doesn’t expect her to do anything besides kick his ass to the swamp, but you can’t blame him for trying can you? he surely doesn’t mean any harm.

"Where do I even begin...?"

The old wolf gave an exasperated sigh, shaking his head, nevertheless accepting the hug. It was better than getting hit with an anvil at least.

Another day, another shouting match with the world's most aggravating mouse. (Not Mickey.) He was actually a pretty nice guy. Certainly a lot nicer than the Brain! Who called themselves that anyway? Talk about an ego!

"Well, can ya blame me? Ya know what he's like! I don't know how Pinky stands it! I really don't! I've never met a more stuck-up, big-headed, know-it-all--"

Timon paused as the Warner kids scampered by, figuring he better watch his language. He didn't want any of them repeating what he was originally gonna say, especially not on the air! Again!