(The answer is not Chaos. That's a joke son, a JOKE! )

The afternoon was trickling with the fresh scents of spring- whispering hints of new grass and promises of bright and brilliant thunderstorms. A precursor to greenery and beauty that was sure to please, but like usual, Chaos Coyote didn’t notice any of it. He was trapped; long lost in a pretty haze of delicate, freshly shaven skin, crystal blue eyes and lovely strawberry fragrances that delighted him every time she happened to be near by: Claire Lamouf.

Today of all days, the pup had found himself sitting nervously at the other of a park bench from her, quietly twiddling her thumbs while she grinned quietly at him- she was always grinning, like there was some secret joke only she was in on and the rest of the world had to wait for the punch line- it was as if she knew that kind of feelings her harbored for her- deep forbidden feelings that science and a proper villain wouldn’t dream of having for anyone.
The pinkened skunk drew her hips a tad closer with a gentle scoot and flashed him a dazzling smile once again, tip-toeing past his defenses as easily as he had none. He smiled shyly and looked away, clearing his throat while trying to discover something to say- anything interesting and cool and sauvé and hip and mesmerizing and to make him not look like a total loser.

“It iz ze pretty day, no? Clear skies!” The skunk grinned again, offering the bashful boy a most appreciated foothold.

“Y, Yes! YES!! It, it, It, it, it, it, it is! It is! It, It’s wonderful, and, um…” The words were coming out to fast now- spilling out from his mouth like a badly timed sneeze in front of the girl of your dreams. Still, she giggled and shifted her position, leaning to one side to rest with an arm casually draped across the side of the bench.

"Cl, clear skies are good. V, very good. Theres a meteor shower tonight, and…and it’s um…It’s…b, beautiful.” He sputtered. He slapped himself. Again and again and again, he berated himself in his own mind. His own personal punching bag. Meteor showers? Clear skies? Telling her something was beautiful while he babbled on like an idiot? How incredibly boring- lame, stupid, absolute and completely-

“Oui?! A meteor shower? I ‘ave never seen a meteor shower! I sounds like fun! Oh…but…I do not know what I would be looking at…I wish I ‘ad someone with zis knowledge of ze space n’stars toooo…’ow you say…guide me along….oui?” She grinned again. That terrible, exciting, tingling, heart melting, boy twisting grin. He loved that grin.

He would have babbled something about putting off his engagements to show her around the universe with his telescope. Something cool and romantic- a cute and enduring line that just popped into his head- but it was placed on hold instead while his mouth dropped open at the small, but obviously instant mouse that was marching towards the bench. He climbed up the side over the bench, over Claire’s legs, and sat quietly in between the two of them, staring intently at Chaos.

“…Uh…Flynn…” Chaos sputtered quietly, quite unsure what the mouse was doing, or how he might have missed him sliding ever so slightly closer to the young skunk who was making his heart tumbled about in his chest.
Flynn, who smiled warmly and gave Chaos a tiny mouse sized salute, tilted his head and glanced over his shoulder at the skunk, and then looked back at Chaos.

“Oh? Oh am I…am I interrupting something , buddy? Chaos? Am I in your moment here? Did I ruin that for you? I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I’ve just been looking for you all afternoon! See, I was hoping, THAT ANY OLD TIME YOU’RE DONE FRENCHING YOUR GIRLFRIEND HERE, COULD YOU MAYBE SEE ABOUT DOING SOMETHING TO STOP THAT STUPID FREAKING ROBOT YOU BUILT FROM VAPORIZING THE ENTIRE TOWN?! “ The rodent shrieked, leaping up upon the coyote’s chest with a steadily pointed set of fingers towards the colossal metal monstrosity that stomped clumsily around the city.

Chaos bit his lower lip, looking up at the skyline of the city- which was hazed with a foreboding blaze of red and swallowed quietly. Oh yeah...the robot...he knew he was forgetting about something.

“…Can’t it wait for…you know …a few minutes …” The boy whispered sheepishly. Flynn glanced towards Claire, once again and then back towards the sheepish puppy.

“There are a LOT of fires right now Chaos. A LOT of them. Annnd one of them was the cheese factory. The factory where they make cheese. Let that sink right in there. I swear to Almighty God, if you don’t fix this RIGHT NOW, I will end you so hard your cousins will get Leukemia!!! “ The mouse snarled darkly. Chaos grinned and stood up, adjusting the fur around his neck like a tie much to tight and took a sheepish step back.

“WELL…Uh…I guess…I guess I’d better uh…I’d better go and save the city! Hahahaha! I, I gotta…I gotta go so uh…I’ll uh…I’ll see you here, t, tonight if, if that’s ok…” Chaos squeaked, taking another step back nervously, while Flynn glared a hate glare of mouse proportions equal to a small bomb going off.

“R, right! So, uh, right, so…see you!” The puppy prattled, before speeding off towards the town, stopped momentarily by a pink set of fingers that wrapped quietly around his shoulder.

“Good luck, mon petite coyote.” The skunkette whispered, planting a tiny kiss on the boy’s cheek. For a brief, heart stopping moment, Chaos froze entirely, before his body turned a brilliant coat of red, and he shot off like a rocket, leaving a small smoky” heart” cloud in his wake towards the city.
Claire giggled quietly, while Flynn simply shook his head.

“That guy is such a wiener.” The mouse squeaked. Claire sighed quietly.

“And totally doomed.”

.End

Art Drawn by  Ribnose
Color by  Claire_laMouf
Story by  Chaos_Coyote

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