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Whimsicott sighed as she looked at the Patrat, who was nervously mumbling some mumbo-jumbo about her slipping through his fingers and breaking his heart.
Truth be told, she'd never really taken notice of the Patrat before, but this was kinda cute. He was kinda cute.
"Do you want to go on a date?" she suggested, interrupting his nervous muttering. He stopped, going still.
"Really?" he asked, visibly excited. She nodded. "Yes, yes, yes! I would love that!"
"Excellent"