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Last night's weather forecast had predicted that it was going to get rather breezy in Critter Valley. That turned out to be the understatement of the decade. Despite the moderately cloudy sky, the wind screamed through the entire place, sending anything that wasn't secured down flying. Crafty, in particular, was learning this the hard way.
She normally kept the windows in the top floor of her tower open, but now she was having to deal with many of her sketch papers flying about the room. Through the blizzard of paper, Crafty's eyes were able to land on the window downwind. Thinking quickly, her horn glowed with a rainbow aura. The same aura engulfed the shutter before slamming it shut.
She sighed in relief at first, but then she saw the mess that she was now going to have to deal with.
With a different kind of sigh, the unicorn spent the next several minutes picking up and organizing the mess.
She was just about finished with her organizing when her gaze landed on one particular drawing. To be exact, an unfinished sketch of her and her crush. In a manga styler no less!
A trembling smile and a light hue of pink spread across her cheeks as her heart fluttered in her chest.
Without another thought, Crafty pranced over to her drawing desk by the window. With the sunlight pouring it, it proved to be the ideal spot. She grabbed a pencil and, with a stuck out tongue, proceeded to delicately and lovingly stroked it across the pages, filling out one glorious detail after the next.
Her heart thumped as her masterpiece took shape; one could practically see heart popping and bubbling over her head.
Finally, after a laborious twenty minutes, Crafty finished the sketch. We wiped sweat off her forehead before smiling triumphantly at her creation. She briefly hugged it to her chest and looked once more, wistfully this time.
"Maybe one day..." She mused.
As she dusted the eraser shavings and charcoal dust away from her desk, she suddenly felt an itch in her nose. Before she knew it, she sneezed, blowing the drawing out the window and into the blustery outside world. Crafty stared in absolute horror for a few seconds.
"NOOOOOOO!" She wailed.
Rushing down the stairs, Crafty spotted her drawing on the ground not too far away. She rushed over but was a second too late as it went flying off again.
She kept her eyes laser-focused on the paper. She was so focused in fact, she nearly crashed into Picky, but that did nothing to prevent the pig from falling over and being covered in the cake she was carrying.
"Sorry, Picky!" Crafty cried.
"No hard feelings." The pig sighed, licking the frosting off her arm.
Down the road, Kickin and Hoppy were having a friendly bout of soccer when the paper flew by. Crafty followed soon after, accidentally kicking the ball into Hoppy's goal.
"Alright! Crafty with the assist!" Kickin cheered.
"No fair!" Hoppy griped.
The sketch then flew by CatNap, who was sleeping under a tree. He was suddenly woken up by a something stomping on his tail.
"Sorry! CatNap!" Crafty called.
Running out of breath, Crafty's eyes welled up with tears, both from the exhaustion and the thought of who might find it. But then, her stopping to catch her breath caused her to lose ight of her sketch. Panic filled her veins as she desperately looked around.
Her eyes scanned the meadow high and low for any sign of her lost drawing. The panic was becoming overwhelming.
"It has to be here somewhere!" She whimpered.
Just then, she heard a familiar giggle behind her.Â
"Well, well, well..."
No...
Anyone but her!
Crafty lurched around and her heart nearly stopped when she saw a certain white and pink bat with a blood drop necklace, perched in the trees. To her mortification, she held the drawing.
Crafty didn't want to prove her right as tears cascaded down her rapidly heating face. Her covered her mug with her hands just as Rabie looked at the drawing...
Then her eyes went wide and her own cheeks turned an even deeper pink.
The sketch depicted her and Crafty, gingerly caressing each other's chins as their lips were on the cusp of meeting. She then looked down to the humiliated unicorn still hiding her face.
Rabie swooped down, startling Crafty into looking at her as she walked up to her.
"P-please don't tell anyone!" She pleaded. "I'll understand if you don't feel the same way, just please! Don't tell any-"
She was stopped mid ramble by Rabie's claws pressing against her mouth and softly shushing her. Tingles ran through her body as the bat's claw traveled along the length of her lips and down to her chin. Crafty's bugged out eyes met with Rabie's half-lidded ones, their faces burning. Wrapping one arm around her, the bat then guided the unicorn's own hand to her chin.
"Wanna recreate that drawing IRL?"
A dumbstruck Crafty nodded, her mouth slightly ajar.
Rabie snickered a bit before leaning in inch by inch, her lips slightly parted and her eyes dropping shut. Their lips finally met, the scent and taste of jasmine and bubblegum flooding their senses. Crafty jolted a bit before her eyelids grew heavier with every second. Once her eyes were fully closed, Crafty pushed back, pressing their lips harder together as rose petals blew around them.
Wait a second...
Rose petals?!
"My rose petals!" Bobby cried out in distress over her spilled basket.
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Crafty fidgeted slightly as she sat on the bench, waiting for her girlfriend to get back. She wondered what could possibly be taking her so long; the line to the ice cream truck nearby wasn't that long, was it?
Luckily, she didn't need to wait long to find out why she she was gone so long. Maggie walked up, proudly holding a strawberry ice cream cone for her in one hand while the other held a cone with a scoop of every available flavor stacked on top of the other. Crafty's eyes widened as she marveled at the sight of Maggie balancing all those flavors as she took her place next to her.
"Here, you go, love." Maggie said, handing her the strawberry cone.
"T-Thanks." Crafty replied, accepting her ice cream as she looked at her, deeply concerned. "Maggie, you're not seriously gonna eat all that, are you?"
"Aw, this is nothing." The shark scoffed
With that, she licked along the height of her tower, catching any star drops and taking in every flavor. Crafty daintily licked and nibbled away at hers, watching in horrified amazement as Maggie attacked her frozen dairy spire from all angles.Â
At one point, the top two scoops, bubblegum and blue raspberry, fell from fron the top of the stack. Maggie quickly caught them in her mouth and swallowed. That turned out to be a poor idea as a sharp, stinging pain engulfed her skull.
"Guaaagh... Oh crikey.... Brain freeze! Brain freeze..." She shivered.
As she took a few deep breaths to warm herself back up, Crafty couldn't help but giggle at her misfortune. This didn't go unnoticed by Maggie and quickly saw a chance to get back at her.
"Hey, Crafty? You got a little ice cream there."
"What? Where?"
As she searched for the mystery stain, Maggie suddenly shot forwards and captured her lips in a fierce kiss. The unicorn's face almost instantly heated up, especially felt her tongue graze past her lips. Once they pulled away, Crafty stared with pinprick pupils as Maggie licked her lips clean.
"Got it." She chuckled.
Just as she was about to go back to enjoying her dairy delight, she jumped and nearly dropped her corn when she felt and smelled strawberry ice cream being smeared onto her snout. She was even more shocked when Crafty's lips came in and kissed the smear away.
"Now you're getting it." The shark growled playfully.
This very quickly devolved into a play fight consisting of staining each others face with ice cream and either kissing or even licking the mess off, giggling the entire time.
While that was going on, Fondue was in the middle of enjoying her cheese ice cream when she caught sight of their little food fight.
She stared at her ice cream.
Then back at them
Then back at her cone.
Then back to them.
She then dropped her ice cream onto the ground.
"Suddenly, I'm not so hungry." She muttered under her breath.
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"Guys, are you sure going here is a good idea?" Crafty asked nervously.
The Smiling Critters stood in front at the moat of Simon's castle waiting for the drawbridge to from there, the sound of electronic music could be picked up.
"What's the harm?" DogDay reasoned. "Think of it as a token of good will that we've been invited."
"Uh-huh, sure." Kickin scoffed.
"Also, Picky, did you have to to bring so much food?" Bubba asked.
"What?" Picky asked, carrying at least three jumbo tupperware containers. "The invite said to bring something."
Crafty just continued to stare up at the castle, nervously clutching her purse strap. Soon, the drawbridge slowly lowered down, accompanied by the clattering of chains and the creaking of hinges. Landing with a light thud, Touille was the one to greet them.
"Well, look who decided to show up." He chuckled.
"Touille? Where's Simon?" DogDay asked.
"He's just about to enter a drinking contest with Icky, Groddy, and Billy. If you want to witness it, you better hurry up!" He explained.
As the filed inside, Touille noticed Crafty was a bit more reluctant.
"Crafty! Allons-y!" The rat pressed. "Don't worry, you'll be fine."
The unicorn blushed slightly and squeaked when, without waiting for an answer, he grabbed her wrist and dragged her inside.
The castle's living room was a sight to behold. From what she could see, Maggie and Picky were going at it with the buffet. Icky sprayed soda out of his nose as a result of drinking too fast while Simon, Billy and Groddy smashed their empty cans onto their foreheads, roaring triumphantly as they did while Catfeine, Byron, Kickin, Icky Piggy, and Allister cheered them on.
Over on the couch, Dumba, Dogpressed, and Coral tried to guess what Uniquecorn was drawing.
"Sweet party, Simon." DogDay complimented.
"I can't take all the credit." Simon said, uncharacteristically humble. "Touille actually helped me."
"You helped with this?" Crafty asked, turning to the rat who had just returned from the kitchen with a tray of treats.
"Oui." Touille answered. "Guess you could say I am, how you say, full of surprises, no?"
Just then, Crafty noticed something on the wall behind him. Her eyes widened when she realized it a portrait of Icky Licky that she drew for last year's Charity Fair. Framed and proudly on display
"Is that the portrait I drew of Icky last year?" She gasped, shocked.
"Oh no, that's just a copy I made of it." Touille explained with a snicker. "I sent these all to the other Nightmare Critters."
"Not funny, dude!" The frog whined.
"I still have the original; it's simply too good!"
And there he went on one of his famous tangents. Normally, anyone would just slink away by this point, but Crafty's heart fluttered as he continued to sing his praises of her work. Suddenly,she was snapped out of it when Rabie's voice rung out.
"In a circle everyone!" She announced. "We're playing spin the bottle!"
"Oh good!" Catfeine sighed in relief. "Unique sucks at pictionary."
"Wow. Love you too, babe..." He muttered.
The reaction was a mix of groans, giggling, and eye rolls. Nevertheless, they did as instructed and sat in a circle on the floor. Enter Rabie, who produced a glass bottle and placed it in the middle of the circle.
"You know the rules." She said. "You spin and kiss whoever it points to for five whole 're going clockwise."
"Just spin the damn bottle." Poe sighed.
With a scoff, the bat spun it. She was elated when the tip pointed towards Simon.
"Hey, that's gotta be cheating!" Icky L. complained from his place to Rabie's right.
"It's a clear bottle, you baby!" Groddy spat. "Just spin!"
And so he did.
And after a few seconds, the tip landed on... Byron.
The frog stared with pinprick eyes while the dove blushed and smiled coyly. Icky squeezed his eyes shut, puckered his lips, and leaned in, bracing for the kiss. He was caught of guard when she suddenly grabbed his face and smashed their mouths together. The sight elicited cheers from many of the other critter.
"Somebody's eager." Rabie giggled.
Then came Wimpin, who got to have a second spin after it landed on her own older brother Kickin. That time, it landed on Groddy. She shocked everyone by kissing the red bear with such fervent gusto, she nearly knocked him over. Billy got to kiss DogDay and they both seemed weirdly nonchalant about it. Dumba giggled like a schoolgirl after Coral kissed her.
Now it was Crafty's turn to spin. Swallowing hard and taking a deep breath, she spun.
With a series of gradually slowing clatters, the bottle stopped at...Touille.
The two stared at each other, growing blush dusting their cheeks. Touille bobbed his eyebrows in a frankly dismal attempt to be seductive. Crafty laughed sweetly at his effort. By now, the other critters had begun chanting to encourage them.
"Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!"
With awkward smiles,Touille and Crafty leaned in until their lips finally made contact. The two instantly melted into the kiss, barely hearing the cheers and whoops of their friends.
Then all of a sudden, reality came back after the two were forcibly pulled apart.
"Damn, you must've really liked that." Kickin remarked.
"I'll say." Icky P. gagged. "You were swapping spit for 15 seconds."
"S-sorry." Crafty mumbled
"Who's turn is it?" Touille asked.
"Yours, trash-for-brains." Simon grumbled.
Touille did as he was told and gave the bottle a good whirl.
However, to the shock of everyone, it landed on Crafty. Their cheeks turned even darker as they gazed towards each other in disbelief.
"Good heavens!" Byron gasped. "Could this be a sign? Are you and CraftyCorn meant to be, as mandated by fate itself!?
"Okay, this has to be rigged." Icky L. said.
"Well..." Touille cleared his throat. "Rules are rules."
Without even waiting for a response, Touille firmly, but gently held her chin before their lips met once more, much to the disgust of Picky's brother.
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Today was unlike any other day for Allister. Normally, he would be content to float in his lake and doze the hours away. But today, he decided to do something different. Namely, leaving his lake, swimming into the tributary stream that flowed out from it, and making his way into the larger river.
Finding himself in a calmer spot of the river, Allister absentmindedly swam wherever the river path led him, his tail swishing back and forth to slowly propel him along. He took in the sounds of the river sploshing around him, the birds chirping in the trees, and the sound of the nearby rapids, which he was approaching.
Yep, this was the life for him. Nothing could possibly ruin this day.
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"You mean like this?" Crafty asked, slowly but surely backstroking across the water
"Look at you go!" Kickin cheered as from his beach chair.
Crafty smiled back as she kept at it.
However, she may have gotten a bit carried away with it. One minute, she was being enjoying her swimming lessons with DogDay, the next she was pulled into the rapids. Her friend's yelps for her and her terrified screams for help were very quickly drowned out. Crafty was forced to hold her breath as the current jostled her about, slamming her against rocks and popping one of her arm floaties despite her best efforts.
With air quickly running out, Crafty found herself being pulled deeper into the abyss. Her despaired tears mixed with the surrounding water. She begged and prayed for any help, but hope felt farther and farther away with each passing second as dark spots began blotting her vision.
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Back with Allister, he had just approached the end of the rapids, feeling and hearing the water frothing and roaring around him.
Just then, something bumped into his snout; something pointy and smelled like jasmine.
"OW!" He groaned, his eyes bursting open as he rubbing his snout. "What's the big idea-"
The words soon died in his throat when he saw what it was. Or rather, who. Crafty lay face down in the water with only one intact arm floaty.
"Crap..." He swore.
Wasting no time, the gator grabbed her by the and swam them both to the bank. He pulled himself and the unicorn's limp body onto shore and laid her on her back. Kneeling down, put an ear up against her chest; a faint,but present heartbeat, but her chest was still. Putting his hands over her sternum, proceeded with chest compression.
"Come on. Come on." He growled.
Seeing as that was doing next to nothing, he opted for the other option. Pinching her nose shot and parting her lips, Allister took a deep breath, muttered a quick apology, and pressed his mouth over hers, blowing as he did. Taking another deep breath, Allister blew slightly harder this time.
This seemed to do the trick as he felt water being expelled into his mouth. They both gagged for very different reasons. After spitting the backwash out, Allister loomed over Crafty as she coughed and wheezed. Once her breathing evened out, her eyes fluttered open. And the first thing she saw was his worried frown.
"Hey." He greeted. "You... uh... You good?"
The two simply sat there and stared at each other, unsure of what to do next. Allister was about to open his mouth when Crafty's arms wrapped around his waist, tears of relief cascading down her cheeks.
"Thank you..." She sobbed. "Thank you."
"N-no prob." Allister replied, trying to maintain his nonchalant tone as a blush spread across his cheeks.
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"What was I thinking?"
That was the question Crafty was asking herself right about now. How the hell had she allowed herself to be talked into going to some new night club in the big city? Not that she didn't have a good time with Bobby, Picky, and Hoppy, she had an actual blast. But Hoppy got blasted, Picky had an emergency, Bobby had to tend to the wasted bunny, one thing led to another, and now here she was, sitting at a bus stop at the side of a desolate road in the middle of the night, waiting for a bus that may or may not even be coming.
The bus stops's lights and the flickering street lamps were the only source of light, but that proved to be a very cold comfort. It just ended giving her surroundings the feeling of your typical horror movie. Not to mention the cold night breeze sending shivers up and down her spine.
Crafty wrapped her arms around herself as her hoof-hands gripped her sweater. Her eyes darted back and forth between the road and the bus time table.
A bus should be coming at 11:30. Crafty looked down at her watch.
Midnight.
Her heart sank.
She whimpered as she struggled to keep anxieties in check. She began pacing, feeling that a panic attack was imminent. It wasn't helped by the feeling that she was being watched.
"Come on!" She whispered. "Please, come on!"
She suddenly felt wind being kicked up followed by the sound of something hitting the ground. Crafty whipped around in a panic. She nearly screamed until she saw a familiar red dragon sauntering up to her, dollar sign pendant glittering in the light and a cocky grin spread across his cheeks.
"Simon?" Crafty gasped, clutching at the area where her racing heart was. "W-What're you doing here?"
"I could say the same for you." He purred nonchalantly, stepping closer to her.
"I-I asked first." She gulped.
"Eh, I couldn't sleep. Poe recommended night flying to tire myself out. Your turn."
"I was invited to go clubbing with Picky, Bobby, Hoppy." She looked away in embarrassment. "The less I say, the better. I've been waiting for the bus for half an hour now"
"Bah." Simon scoffed. "Who needs public transport when you got me?"
He outstretched his wings for emphasis. He then reached out his hand and cocked an eyebrow.
"Need a lift, my lady?"
Crafty was hesitant to take his offer. She reached out for a second before recoiling. Her lips tightened into a grimace as the blood rushed to her face, giving it a light dusting of pink.
"Don't worry." Simon chuckled with a roll of his eyes. "I won't fly too high."
Upon hearing that, the unicorn swallowed hard. She debated whether it was better to take his offer or just wait for the bus. However, she really didn't want to stay here another second. So with that in mind, she took a deep breath and gingerly took his hand.
"Promise me you won't fly too high." She sighed.
"I won't."
With that, Simon scooped her up in a bridal carry before taking off into the night sky. The cold air contrasted sharply with the warmth of Simon's body as he flew. It felt... weirdly nice... in a way. But then, she made the mistake of looking down. Though they were flying too high, (maybe 20 feet at most) she still curled herself closer to his chest, squeezing her eyes shut and holding onto his jacket with a death grip. Feeling this, Simon tightened his hold around her and pulled her closer.
"We're almost there." He assured her in a strangely comforting tone.
As the flight progressed, the up-and-down bobbing and the sound of his periodically flapping wings began feeling weirdly... Relaxing. Like she was being gently rocked to sleep. In fact, her tension began to melt away bit by bit. She even, without thinking, snuggled closer into the crook of his neck
But before could fully appreciate his warmth, they suddenly landed. Crafty opened her eyes saw she was in her room at the top floor of her tower, Simon having flown through her window.
"Here we are." Simon said as he set her down on her feet. "You seemed to really enjoy that, didn't you?"
Crafty's eyes bugged out. She hid her crimson red face behind her arms as she stumbled over herself, trying to find the correct words to respond to that. Simon laughed, amused by the reaction.
Once a minute had passed, Crafty had calmed down enough to look at him, her face still flushed.
"Thank you, Simon." She simply said.
"Anything for you, my lady." Simon growled, taking her hand.
He then planted a quick but firm kiss onto the back of her hand. Before she could question it, Simon zoomed out the window. Crafty just collapsed onto her bed, trying to process what he just did.
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Ah, Critter Valley's annual Charity Fair, a time of games, fun, and merriment in order to raise money for the less fortunate. Kickin was rocking out with his electric guitar, busking on the side of the with his guitar case filling with coins and bills passersby could spare. DogDay and Hoppy had organized a marathon, the participation fees going straight towards the fund. Bubba had children gathered around him as he read to them.
As for Crafty? She was sitting in her stall, drawing portraits for anyone interested. And she just happened to have finished a portrait for Icky, paid for by Touille.
"I don't look like that!" Icky protested.
"Dude, you totally do." Touille snickered. "She even captured yor whiny grimace."
"Give it here!"
The frog lunged for the picture, but the rat held him at bay.
"See?! Just like that."
Touille ran off laughing his head off as Icky furiously chased after him.
Crafty had to admit, sight was pretty hilarious. In any case, another satisfied customer. She yawned, cracking her back and stretching her arms after sitting there for so long. She supposed she was due for a break anyway. After screwing the top onto the jar of change, she stashed that and her art supplies away.
She wandered throughout the fairground, smiling at the people who have come together to support various good causes. Picky was selling her various culinary goodies. CatNap had (reluctantly) volunteered to be a dunk tank victim. She didn't want to laugh because it would be mean, but she couldn't help it. CatNap quickly noticed and scowled at her before falling into the water yet again.
Then her eyes landed on one stall, painted with red, pink, and white stripes and decorated with heart stickers. The sign above it read "Kisses for a Cause". Unlike all the other stalls,this one was completely devoid of customers. And Bobby, wasn't so much Manning the stall, and more slouching there with her chin on her folded arms, looking completely dejected as an empty donation jar sat next to her head on the counter.
"Bobby?" Crafty said as she walked up to the booth.
"Oh..." Bobby moaned sadly. "Hey, Crafty."
"What's wrong?"
"I've been sitting here all day and nobody seems interested."
Crafty looked at the sign listing the prices.
Hug - 50 cents
Kiss on the hand - 75 cents
Kiss on the cheek/forehead - 1 dollar
Kiss on the lips - 2 dollars
Looking back to the depressed bear, the unicorn's face want redder than hers as she though of an idea to cheer her up. After a few breaths, she mustered up the courage. She reached into her purse and pulled out her wallet before retrieving a bill. Bobby noticed and she was dumbfounded when Crafty put 5 bucks in the jar.
"C-Crafty!" Bobby gasped. "You don't have to...A-are you for real?"
Crafty shyly nodded.
"And keep the change." She chirped as she leaned in.
With sparkles in her eyes and an ecstatic smile, Bobby grabbed Crafty by the cheeks and crashed their lips together. The unicorn almost instinctively tried to get away. But as the seconds passed, her eyes closed as she melted into the kiss, taking in the aroma of her rose scent as her hands gingerly grabbed onto the bear's wrists.
Just when it seemed like it would last forever, their lips parted and their eyes opened, allowing them to gaze into each other's souls as Bobby pressed their foreheads together.
"Thank you so much, Crafty!" She squealed in delight.
"D-Don't mention it." Crafty stammered. "A-a-all for a good cause... r-right?"
"Right! And here's a tip."
Bobby quickly pecked Crafty on the forehead. The latter made a noise so high, only DogDay coul hear it.
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Crafty sat cross-legged on the ground, her pencil gliding across the pages of her sketchbook with no idea in particular, having to let her mind wander as she doodled. She always found this therapeutic; a sort of meditation if you will. In fact, it was so relaxing, she barely heard the distant sound of wheels zooming across the dirt and screaming that grew louder and louder.
By the time she was able to register it, she turned just in time to see a certain chicken barreling towards her on a scooter.
"CRAFTY!" Kickin screamed. "LOOK OUT!"
He ended up hitting a rock, catapulting him towards her. Crafty could only scream and shut her eyes as Kickin collided with her. The two tumbled across the ground, Kickin doing his best to cushion any blows by wrapping his arms around her head and torso while curling his body inwards to further envelope her.
They finally stopped after a few feet. Crafty still had her eyes shut as she clung to Kickin, her body shivering in terror. She didn't feel much pain, thanks to him taking a brunt of the force, but she did get the wind knocked out of her. Furthermore, she felt something warm yet yard against her lips. Not to mention, she tasted and smelled something vaguely floral...
Was that... ylang-ylang?!
Crafty's eyes shot open. She was met with Kickin's eyes staring back at her, wide as dinner plates. She looked down and very quickly realized their mouths had accidentally pressed together.
With crimson faces, the two immediately separated. Kickin recoiled a couple feet back, stammering and blubbering as he tried to find the correct words.
"Oh my gosh, Crafty. I-...I-I'm sorry!" He clucked. "I-I-I am so...SO sorry. I didn't know that would happen, I swear! I-"
Crafty watched as Kickin buried his face in his hands and screamed in frustration and embarrassment. Taking a few deep breaths to calm down, Kickin rubbed his face in a desperate bid to wipe the blush off his face. Suddenly, she reached out and and gently placed an apologetic hand on his shoulder. Kickin peeked through his fingers and saw Crafty smiling timidly at him. Upon seeing that, Kickin sighed deeply.
"Please don't tell anyone about this." Kickin pleaded as he pulled himself back onto his feet.
"I won't." She promised as he helped her up. "Can you help me clean up?"
"Sure thing."
As they went to clean up the mess, Crafty turned to Kickin, her cheeks still red.
"For the record, the kiss was... pretty nice." She squeaked.
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CraftyCorn could not believe her eyes when she saw the so-called 'Kiss Meter' standing tall and proud before her. At the bottom was an orange star reminiscent of Kickin's medallion. Going up from there were a red heart, a gold dollar sign, a pair crossed bones, a fish skeleton, a shark's tooth, a blood drop, a lightbulb, an apple, a biohazard symbol, a lightning bolt, a thundercloud, a crescent moon, a skull, and finally, at the very tippy-top was a sun.
The timid unicorn turned and looked up to me, her face red as a beet.
"This... isn't what I think it is..." She gulped. "I-Is it?"
Unfortunately, it was. Now, it was time for us to be subjected to the mercy of the audience. God have mercy on our souls. I already deeply regret this.
"Listen, I don't care." Viktor icily purred over his MyMirror as he walked into his kitchen with his usual morning glass of phoenix tears absinthe in hand and dressed in a half-buttoned button-up and slacks. "You either get that mandrake pollen safely or you get reminded of what happens to sloppy workers."
Without another word, Viktor hung up and stuffed his mirror into his pocket. He pinched his nose in frustration before downing the entire glass in one swig. He coughed a bit after swallowing; even for someone like him, phoenix tears were no joke. He decided not to dwell too much on the difficulty of finding good help these days and instead opted to go out onto his penthouse balcony and bask in the morning light.
Said balcony was on the top floor of another one of his businesses, 'The Will-o-Wisp Hotel'. Built into one of the the tallest narra trees in Biringan, it was the most luxurious hotel any magical creature could ever dream of.
As he poured himself another glass, a knock at his door got his attention.
"It's open!" He called.
The door opened and Timmy came prancing in, wielding a blood-smeared club with nary a drop on his ever pristine clothes. Seriously, that was something of a talent of his. Following closely behind him was Jimmy, lugging a sack in each hand, jiggling with every step he took.
"Morning, boss!" Timmy sang, saluting him. "It took us a while, but we finally got that tikbalang gang to pony up."
As he chuckled at his own joke, he was smacked in the head by Jimmy using one of the coin-filled sacks.
"Thank you, Jimmy." Viktor praised, as the coin sacks were placed on the counter. "What's the agenda today?"
Reaching into his pocket, the burly fairy pulled out his own MyMirror and opened it. After a bit of scrolling, he was able to find what he was looking for.
"You have a shareholders meeting you're holding later at 11. Our phoenix breeders want to speak with us at 1 regarding the health of our birds. And by 4, we promised to attend the charity gala in Haven Heights."
"Basically, the whole morning is free. Got it." Viktor interpreted as he downed his drink again. "Enough about me. What about you guys? How's your day been so far?"
"Good. Good." Timmy chirped. "The missus is expecting any day now. I think it's gonna be a strong one with all the outbursts she's been having."
"That would explain the smell." Viktor chuckled. "And you Jimmy? Anything nice you'd like to share?"
"I would rather not discuss the status of my son, sir." Jimmy droned.
"Fair enough." He then poured another glass of the absinthe. "Would you like some?"
Jimmy wordlessly shook his head.
"She'd kill me if I came home smelling like booze so early in the morning." Timmy explained.
"More for me." Viktor shrugged as he downed the glass in one go, shivering a lot less now. "You two make yourselves at home while I-"
He didn't get to finish that sentence when a folded letter popped into existence in a flash of white and purple before landing on the counter in front of him. A purple wax seal held it shut, emblazoned with a dove, its wings spread wide and a heart on its chest. Behind it were two crossed wands. Viktor immediately recognized the seal the second he picked it up. The two henchman went over to get a look for themselves.
"What is it, boss?" Timmy asked.
"The Godparents Guild." Viktor mused with a raised eyebrow.
"Those prissy goodie-goodies?" Timmy wondered. "What could they possibly want with you?"
Without another word, Viktor fractured the seal and unfolded the parchment to read out loud.
Congratulations, Mr. Draxx
Your application to become a fairy godparent has been been approved. Please report tomorrow morning at the Guild Headquarters to receive your commission and honors. We hope you excel in your service and wish all the best for your future career.
Signed,
Madame Gertrude Willowind, Head of the Godparents' Guild
Viktor stared at the letter for several more seconds as he placed it flat down on the counter. Meanwhile, Timmy and Jimmy were flabbergasted, wondering how this could possibly happen.
"There has to be some kind of mixup." Jimmy remarked, his tone still flat as he snatched up the letter to read it for himself.
"There's no way you'd actually answer that just so you could play house with some mortal brat, right?" Timmy added.
Viktor still said nothing, hands propping him up as he leaned on the kitchen island and blinking while his mind calculated what he could do with this information.
Then suddenly, a smirk curled on his lips. With each passing second, that little smirk grew into a wicked grin. A single disbelieving laugh erupted from his throat before that evolved into a hearty, sinister chuckle. Timmy and Jimmy could only stand there and watch as his laughter died down and wiped away a tear that had been squeezed from his eye.
"Oh, this is rich." He growled in amusement.
"Got it." Timmy said before snatching the letter away from Jimmy and pulling out a lighter. "Burning the letter right now."
A green bolt of magic squared him in the forehead, knocking onto his back. The paper then zipped into Viktor's grasp.
"No, you used toothpick." He hissed. "This is perfect!"
"May I ask how, sir?" Jimmy chimed in as Viktor teleported between them.
"Imagine, boys." Viktor proposed as he yanked Timmy back onto his feet and draped his arms around his most trusted henchmen. "Who's gonna suspect that a fairy godparent is running the biggest racket in the Hidden Lands?"
"But you're already beloved for you legitimate businesses." Jimmy pointed out.
"But him as a godparent?" Timmy rebutted. "Who's gonna believe that?"
"Now you're getting it." Viktor chuckled in praise.
With a snap of his fingers, his coat and tie poofed onto his body, immaculate and crisp.
"Come on, you two. We're celebrating and the breakfast buffet is on me."
With another snap of his fingers, the trio disappeared to the hotel's first floor.
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