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FRIDAY
“Ok, it’s Friday, but that’s ok, that is fine! I’m not worried in the slightest! WHO’S WORRIED?! If I were worried, I’d be freaking out, but I’m not freaking out! I’m fine! Everything is fine! I FEEL FINE!” Chaos giggled nervously as he pranced about the gentle curving path away from the school building. He’d drastically run out of time to procure Wile’s dinner and the stress was bouncing across his nerves like a well practiced tap dancer.
“I’m completely in control! Totally on top of this! Professor Wile won’t mind if his dinner is slightly burnt!” Chaos giggled again, rubbing away a small slather of drool that had collected about his lips as he forcefully wedged the last stick of dynamite into an extremely over stuffed barrel. It was a simplistic plan really. Utterly and absolutely beautiful in it’s simplicity.
Blow. Up. Everything.
He giggled.
No more chances. No more screw ups, just beautiful, beautiful fire. Claire wouldn’t know what hit her! No more complicated mechanisms, no more blue prints, no more screaming professors pointing his utter failures. No more failures. No more failures.
Free Sunscreen: Try our brand new SPF 5000, and never burn your buns again!’ Said the sign. Painted and manufactured the night before- just like the sunscreen Chaos had produced in the lab. The perfect bait, the perfect trap and the perfect setting; absolutely perfect. He’d placed the stand on the pathway walk that Claire took on Fridays after school. She’d see the sign no doubt, and how could a shaved skunk resist free sunscreen? When she plucked the bottle from the barrel next to the stand, the coyote would activate the detonator, and in ten glorious, gorgeous seconds, Claire Lamouf would be Wile’s dinner- well whatever was left of her anyway.
It didn’t take long for a spikey crop of alabaster to come bobbing up along the path. Claire was humming happily to herself; swishing her tail and full bodied Mohawk about as she meandered home. It was Friday- meaning she was going to be attending the pony party sleep over she’d been looking forward to all week long- and on Saturday morning…MORE PONIES! She beamed happily and drew in a healthy breath of fine fresh air. Nothing could ruin the day for her. Absolutely nothing. In fact, from where she was standing, things suddenly just got a lot better.
“Free Sunscreen?” She quipped quietly, tilting her head at the large, looking stand that stood silently on the path. Approaching cautiously, she peered at the official looking board, wary for any traps or tricks she’d had to endure for the last week. Nothing seemed out of place. The large stand certainly looked official, made in a factory out of plastic, paint and cardboard. There was even an hand written note that someone had scribbled and left on the sign: “Gone to Lunch, Be back soon, help yourself!”
“…Well…Who am I to ignore ze free product! Never burn your buns again? Zat iz very good for me!” The skunk giggled, and looked across what appeared to be a barrel of big bottles of sun screen. She reached down, grasped a bottle slowly, ears perked, waiting….nothing happened. Slowly, she splattered a liberal burst of creamy lotion onto her palm and sniffed at it, shivering at the scent of strawberries and cherries that tickled at her nose.
“Ooooo, I like zis. SEEMS LEGIT!” She shouted loudly. She paused. Nothing happened, and slowly, she began to glide the buttery cream across an arm. It really was going to be a splendid day!
Ten seconds. Chaos had pressed the small red plunger he held in his arms down, watching carefully from his hiding place in the bushes. He made not a sound- didn’t even breathe when he saw Claire. He didn’t want to do anything to give away his position. Not jump to quickly at the chance when he saw her. He had this all planned out- all under control. She didn’t notice the hidden dynamite underneath the multiple bottles of sunscreen. It was perfect.
Seven Seconds. Chaos waited, feeling his heart throb in his chest- anticipation eating him alive. He was so close, SO CLOSE, and yet, he knew, somewhere in the depths of his mind, that he was doomed to failure. He was a coyote- a villain, an antagonist...And Claire was….well…Claire. Either through some fault of his own, or some unseen force of Deus Ex Machina, the trap was going to utterly fail.
Five seconds. Any second now. Something was going to happen. Something was going to cause her to jump out of the way, or wander off, or maybe the explosives were just not set right. Maybe the barrel would tip over and roll away into the bushes. Maybe Dizzy Devil would come by and eat it all. Something. ANYTHING!
Three seconds. Panic gripped his throat, choking out a squeak of terror. She wasn’t moving. She was happily stroking the sun screen over her tummy and chest, humming a faint tune that sounded like “Very best friend.” But Chaos didn’t care. What in heaven’s name was he doing?! WHAT WAS HE DOING?!!
“CLAIRE! IT’S A TRAP!!” Chaos squealed, bursting from the bushes at break neck speed. He’d never gone from 0 to 80 miles per hour before, but something in his chest spurred him on like jet fuel. The little mouf gave a surprised squeak, obviously absolutely stunned that Chaos had appeared out of no where, and now was tackling her from where she was sitting.
“PleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseOHPLEASE-“
One second. Chaos had slammed into Claire at full force, scooping her up with him as he ran, and dove into the grass as far as he could from the barrel- which exploded in a fantastic display of heat and light. He used what he could of his body to shield her, and after a few moments, and the dust and smoke settled, he sat up, straddling her hips and whimpering softly.
“C, Claire?” He whimpered. The mouf, to his amazement, was grinning quietly underneath him, reclining on her elbows and looking up with a coy smile wrapped around her lips.
“MMmmmm felt ze earth move underneath me….was it good for you too?” She giggled. Noting his position, Chaos blushed heavily and quickly climbed to his feet, reaching down to grip Claire’s arm and help her up.
“C, Claire…oh, Claire I’m so sorry, I…A, are you ok? “ The puppy begged and yelped when she wrapped her arms around his neck, squeezing him tightly.
“You saved my life!” She beamed.
“I tried to kill you!” He corrected.
“Always ze romantic, eh Chaos?” She sighed, and took a step back when he broke away from their contact, a look of guilt washing over his features.
“…I’m supposed to catch you. But…I can’t let anything happen to you…heh…some predator, huh?” He whimpered, and yelped when Claire suddenly tripped into his arms, throwing her paw dramatically over her eyes.
“OH NO! Ze blast…ze excitement, all of zis es too much for my lettle ‘eart oui?! I feel faint! Mon Dieu! I ‘ave been captured by ze evil coyote! Whatever will I do?!” She squealed. Chaos rolled his eyes.
“Hahaha. No. Enough, ok? I give up. I can’t catch you…I don’t even want to…” He explained, propping Claire up onto her feet, but she immediately fell into his arms again.
“OH NO! I AM UNABLE TO WALK! MY ANKLE! ET IZ TWISTED!” She squealed. Chaos sighed.
“No it isn’t. You were standing just fine a few seconds ago.” They stared for a few moments, before Chaos propped her up again- only to have her immediately topple back into his arms.
“…OH NO! I HAVE ZE SUDDEN SEVERE CASE OF VERTIGO! “ She giggled, but Chaos didn’t smile. She gave a snort and stood up, pressing a fingertip into the puppy’s little black nose.
“Alright, I tried to be nice. ‘ere is ze breakdown. You are ze fierce predator! Not only did you peruse me for ze entire week, ZE ENTIRE WEEK, you failed and never, gave, up. ‘ow many lions, or tigers, or bears do you know who could pursue prey for an entire week wisout saying ‘screw zis!?” No body, except ze coyote, zat is who! And when you actually managed to catch me in ze dangerous trap, YOU are ze one who saved me. Not Superman, not ze Spider-man, not Batman (although I love ‘is car) but you! You could ‘ave left me zare, but you didn’t….Chaos…I don’t sink I’d want to be ‘unted by anyone BUT you. You ‘ave proven to be both ze sly predator AND ze ‘ero all rolled into one! And you –did- catch me…you were on top of me…remember?” She grinned, nudging him with her hip, and beaming at the warm blush that sprouted over his cheeks.
“And now I’m letting you go…I CAN’T take you to Wile Coyote, Claire- He’ll EAT you!” He whimpered. The girl gave him her favorite sinister grin and crossed her arms, glancing in the direction of the school, and then back towards Chaos.
“…’E is most welcome to try.”
MONDAY
“Professor Wile, I have your new essays here!” Chaos announced on Monday afternoon, nudging the door to his professor’s office open. He carried a large, elephantine stack of papers with him that nearly reached the ceiling, and plunked them all down unceremoniously atop the coyote’s desk.
“Very well. Now leave.” Grumbled Wile. Chaos, however, did not move- struggling to keep himself in check.
“Sir…may I ask a question?” The puppy pipped cheerfully, beaming an ear to ear smile. Wile glared at his pupil darkly from behind his desk and gave a hot snort of annoyance.
“No, you may no-“
“Why are you shaved like a poodle?” Chaos quipped, ignoring his professor’s venomous tone.
“YOU KNOW DAMN WELL WHY I’M SHAVED LIKE A POODLE!” The elder coyote hollered, leaning down with a violent bark and slapping his paws on his desk. Chaos, however, remained undeterred, standing in front of the desk happy none the less.
“No idea sir. Do…do ya wanna talk about it?” Chaos asked, his voice dripping with affection and sympathy. Professor Wile narrowed his eyes for a moment, before twisting his chair to his side, and leaning back with a gentle huff of frustration.
“You know, Chaos. You might have warned me that skunk friend of yours had a razor on her at all times.” Wile lamented. Chaos tilted his with an innocent look glazing over his features.
“A …A razor sir? Are you sure? Surely you don’t mean to say that…that SHE did this to you? Oh, no, that doesn’t sound like Claire at all.” Chaos mumbled. The good professor drummed his fingers against his desk and gave a menacing
growl.
“You, boy, are getting on my nerves.” Wile snarled. Chaos covered his paws over his mouth, as if he’d done something distinctly and dreadfully taboo.
“Your nerves sir? I am SO terribly sorry! I thought you’d be happy?! Why, when I delivered you the skunk, you were absolutely glowing! You said “Chaos!? You managed to do something right! Now leave! Ask me about your grades on Monday, I’m busy making dinner plans!” And then I left sir. Do you remember that? Well sir, it’s Monday an-“
“You. Fail.” The coyote snarled. Chaos’ eyes widened and the boy gasped at his chest, as if it were the most shocking news of the century.
“FAIL!? Oh, but sir, I used EVERYTHING you taught me! Dedication, motivation, imagination, and innovation! I even delivered the skunk to you, just like you asked! Was she delicious sir? Did you gobble her up? Surely you must have! OH, my light and shining inspiration, I shall let the entire school know what a dangerous and cunning predator you are! If they don’t already, the school shall FEAR the name Professor Wile! Think of it- Professor Wile has SO much influence and guile and cunning that he taught his young assistant to capture a helpless little girl! And then you, my dearest, most dangerous professor, ate up her without any hesitation! Oh, sir, they’ll be so stunned, so awed by your greatness, no one will even ask how you got shaved like a poodle.” Chaos explained.
Professor Wile glared darkly. He knew what the boy was getting at and it made the fur on the back of his neck spike with anger.
“If I promise you an A, Chaos, will you leave my office, and never, ever speak of this, again?” The elder Canine hissed. Chaos gave a bright beaming smile.
“Why sir, that would be most generous of you!! “ The puppy squealed. Professor poodle narrowed his eyes and pointed towards the door.
“Very well. Now get out.” He snapped. Chaos did just that, stepping free from the presence of the angry canine and dipped out of the office, doing very little to hide his wagging tail.
“By the way sir, I LOVE the poodle look, very chic!” Chaos exclaimed poking his head back into the office.
“OUT!” The professor violently shrieked.
“So, you are, ‘ow you say, off ze ‘ook?” The shaven skunk asked as she meandered towards her classroom, Chaos following next to her, happily carrying her school books.
“Yeah! I don’t think professor Wile EVER wants to see you again!” Chaos grinned. "He even canceled the rest of his classes until his fur grows back! Said something about too many questions…So I guess I owe you. “ The pup commented, and paused when Claire stopped and turned towards him with a gentle smile, having arrived at her classroom.
“No no, we are even, you gave me somesing to look forward to everyday! I will miss my lunch time entertainment. “She lamented, and paused before leaning forward to press her lips gently across the boy's.
“And sat, is for saving my life. “She mewed. Chaos blushed darkly, and nibbled at his lower lip, his ears wilting to either side of his head in sheepishly, boyish charm.
“B, But I tried to kil-“He mumbled, but was immediately cut off by a fingertip to his lips.
“Do not talk. “ Claire advised.
“Ok.” Squeaked Chaos. She giggled, pecked him again on the nose, and dipped into her class room, leaving the boy to melt against the lockers. It only took a moment, but Claire poked her head back out into the hallway, and looked at puddle of puppy that was on the ground, grinning quietly.
“You know…I sink a fine reward for catching a skunk…if you know any interested parties…would be ice cream next Friday…at six pm…bon chance mon petite coyote.” She churred, blew him a kiss, and disappeared behind the class room door, leaving Chaos to scribble blue prints on the tile floor. He had to work quickly; Afterall, he only had four more days.
Annnnd here we are! End of the series, and for some reason I REALLY dig the ending! :3 this is one of my favorite series so far!
Clairelamouf Is a terribly good sport! Thank you so much for letting me write about you!
“Ok, it’s Friday, but that’s ok, that is fine! I’m not worried in the slightest! WHO’S WORRIED?! If I were worried, I’d be freaking out, but I’m not freaking out! I’m fine! Everything is fine! I FEEL FINE!” Chaos giggled nervously as he pranced about the gentle curving path away from the school building. He’d drastically run out of time to procure Wile’s dinner and the stress was bouncing across his nerves like a well practiced tap dancer.
“I’m completely in control! Totally on top of this! Professor Wile won’t mind if his dinner is slightly burnt!” Chaos giggled again, rubbing away a small slather of drool that had collected about his lips as he forcefully wedged the last stick of dynamite into an extremely over stuffed barrel. It was a simplistic plan really. Utterly and absolutely beautiful in it’s simplicity.
Blow. Up. Everything.
He giggled.
No more chances. No more screw ups, just beautiful, beautiful fire. Claire wouldn’t know what hit her! No more complicated mechanisms, no more blue prints, no more screaming professors pointing his utter failures. No more failures. No more failures.
Free Sunscreen: Try our brand new SPF 5000, and never burn your buns again!’ Said the sign. Painted and manufactured the night before- just like the sunscreen Chaos had produced in the lab. The perfect bait, the perfect trap and the perfect setting; absolutely perfect. He’d placed the stand on the pathway walk that Claire took on Fridays after school. She’d see the sign no doubt, and how could a shaved skunk resist free sunscreen? When she plucked the bottle from the barrel next to the stand, the coyote would activate the detonator, and in ten glorious, gorgeous seconds, Claire Lamouf would be Wile’s dinner- well whatever was left of her anyway.
It didn’t take long for a spikey crop of alabaster to come bobbing up along the path. Claire was humming happily to herself; swishing her tail and full bodied Mohawk about as she meandered home. It was Friday- meaning she was going to be attending the pony party sleep over she’d been looking forward to all week long- and on Saturday morning…MORE PONIES! She beamed happily and drew in a healthy breath of fine fresh air. Nothing could ruin the day for her. Absolutely nothing. In fact, from where she was standing, things suddenly just got a lot better.
“Free Sunscreen?” She quipped quietly, tilting her head at the large, looking stand that stood silently on the path. Approaching cautiously, she peered at the official looking board, wary for any traps or tricks she’d had to endure for the last week. Nothing seemed out of place. The large stand certainly looked official, made in a factory out of plastic, paint and cardboard. There was even an hand written note that someone had scribbled and left on the sign: “Gone to Lunch, Be back soon, help yourself!”
“…Well…Who am I to ignore ze free product! Never burn your buns again? Zat iz very good for me!” The skunk giggled, and looked across what appeared to be a barrel of big bottles of sun screen. She reached down, grasped a bottle slowly, ears perked, waiting….nothing happened. Slowly, she splattered a liberal burst of creamy lotion onto her palm and sniffed at it, shivering at the scent of strawberries and cherries that tickled at her nose.
“Ooooo, I like zis. SEEMS LEGIT!” She shouted loudly. She paused. Nothing happened, and slowly, she began to glide the buttery cream across an arm. It really was going to be a splendid day!
Ten seconds. Chaos had pressed the small red plunger he held in his arms down, watching carefully from his hiding place in the bushes. He made not a sound- didn’t even breathe when he saw Claire. He didn’t want to do anything to give away his position. Not jump to quickly at the chance when he saw her. He had this all planned out- all under control. She didn’t notice the hidden dynamite underneath the multiple bottles of sunscreen. It was perfect.
Seven Seconds. Chaos waited, feeling his heart throb in his chest- anticipation eating him alive. He was so close, SO CLOSE, and yet, he knew, somewhere in the depths of his mind, that he was doomed to failure. He was a coyote- a villain, an antagonist...And Claire was….well…Claire. Either through some fault of his own, or some unseen force of Deus Ex Machina, the trap was going to utterly fail.
Five seconds. Any second now. Something was going to happen. Something was going to cause her to jump out of the way, or wander off, or maybe the explosives were just not set right. Maybe the barrel would tip over and roll away into the bushes. Maybe Dizzy Devil would come by and eat it all. Something. ANYTHING!
Three seconds. Panic gripped his throat, choking out a squeak of terror. She wasn’t moving. She was happily stroking the sun screen over her tummy and chest, humming a faint tune that sounded like “Very best friend.” But Chaos didn’t care. What in heaven’s name was he doing?! WHAT WAS HE DOING?!!
“CLAIRE! IT’S A TRAP!!” Chaos squealed, bursting from the bushes at break neck speed. He’d never gone from 0 to 80 miles per hour before, but something in his chest spurred him on like jet fuel. The little mouf gave a surprised squeak, obviously absolutely stunned that Chaos had appeared out of no where, and now was tackling her from where she was sitting.
“PleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseOHPLEASE-“
One second. Chaos had slammed into Claire at full force, scooping her up with him as he ran, and dove into the grass as far as he could from the barrel- which exploded in a fantastic display of heat and light. He used what he could of his body to shield her, and after a few moments, and the dust and smoke settled, he sat up, straddling her hips and whimpering softly.
“C, Claire?” He whimpered. The mouf, to his amazement, was grinning quietly underneath him, reclining on her elbows and looking up with a coy smile wrapped around her lips.
“MMmmmm felt ze earth move underneath me….was it good for you too?” She giggled. Noting his position, Chaos blushed heavily and quickly climbed to his feet, reaching down to grip Claire’s arm and help her up.
“C, Claire…oh, Claire I’m so sorry, I…A, are you ok? “ The puppy begged and yelped when she wrapped her arms around his neck, squeezing him tightly.
“You saved my life!” She beamed.
“I tried to kill you!” He corrected.
“Always ze romantic, eh Chaos?” She sighed, and took a step back when he broke away from their contact, a look of guilt washing over his features.
“…I’m supposed to catch you. But…I can’t let anything happen to you…heh…some predator, huh?” He whimpered, and yelped when Claire suddenly tripped into his arms, throwing her paw dramatically over her eyes.
“OH NO! Ze blast…ze excitement, all of zis es too much for my lettle ‘eart oui?! I feel faint! Mon Dieu! I ‘ave been captured by ze evil coyote! Whatever will I do?!” She squealed. Chaos rolled his eyes.
“Hahaha. No. Enough, ok? I give up. I can’t catch you…I don’t even want to…” He explained, propping Claire up onto her feet, but she immediately fell into his arms again.
“OH NO! I AM UNABLE TO WALK! MY ANKLE! ET IZ TWISTED!” She squealed. Chaos sighed.
“No it isn’t. You were standing just fine a few seconds ago.” They stared for a few moments, before Chaos propped her up again- only to have her immediately topple back into his arms.
“…OH NO! I HAVE ZE SUDDEN SEVERE CASE OF VERTIGO! “ She giggled, but Chaos didn’t smile. She gave a snort and stood up, pressing a fingertip into the puppy’s little black nose.
“Alright, I tried to be nice. ‘ere is ze breakdown. You are ze fierce predator! Not only did you peruse me for ze entire week, ZE ENTIRE WEEK, you failed and never, gave, up. ‘ow many lions, or tigers, or bears do you know who could pursue prey for an entire week wisout saying ‘screw zis!?” No body, except ze coyote, zat is who! And when you actually managed to catch me in ze dangerous trap, YOU are ze one who saved me. Not Superman, not ze Spider-man, not Batman (although I love ‘is car) but you! You could ‘ave left me zare, but you didn’t….Chaos…I don’t sink I’d want to be ‘unted by anyone BUT you. You ‘ave proven to be both ze sly predator AND ze ‘ero all rolled into one! And you –did- catch me…you were on top of me…remember?” She grinned, nudging him with her hip, and beaming at the warm blush that sprouted over his cheeks.
“And now I’m letting you go…I CAN’T take you to Wile Coyote, Claire- He’ll EAT you!” He whimpered. The girl gave him her favorite sinister grin and crossed her arms, glancing in the direction of the school, and then back towards Chaos.
“…’E is most welcome to try.”
MONDAY
“Professor Wile, I have your new essays here!” Chaos announced on Monday afternoon, nudging the door to his professor’s office open. He carried a large, elephantine stack of papers with him that nearly reached the ceiling, and plunked them all down unceremoniously atop the coyote’s desk.
“Very well. Now leave.” Grumbled Wile. Chaos, however, did not move- struggling to keep himself in check.
“Sir…may I ask a question?” The puppy pipped cheerfully, beaming an ear to ear smile. Wile glared at his pupil darkly from behind his desk and gave a hot snort of annoyance.
“No, you may no-“
“Why are you shaved like a poodle?” Chaos quipped, ignoring his professor’s venomous tone.
“YOU KNOW DAMN WELL WHY I’M SHAVED LIKE A POODLE!” The elder coyote hollered, leaning down with a violent bark and slapping his paws on his desk. Chaos, however, remained undeterred, standing in front of the desk happy none the less.
“No idea sir. Do…do ya wanna talk about it?” Chaos asked, his voice dripping with affection and sympathy. Professor Wile narrowed his eyes for a moment, before twisting his chair to his side, and leaning back with a gentle huff of frustration.
“You know, Chaos. You might have warned me that skunk friend of yours had a razor on her at all times.” Wile lamented. Chaos tilted his with an innocent look glazing over his features.
“A …A razor sir? Are you sure? Surely you don’t mean to say that…that SHE did this to you? Oh, no, that doesn’t sound like Claire at all.” Chaos mumbled. The good professor drummed his fingers against his desk and gave a menacing
growl.
“You, boy, are getting on my nerves.” Wile snarled. Chaos covered his paws over his mouth, as if he’d done something distinctly and dreadfully taboo.
“Your nerves sir? I am SO terribly sorry! I thought you’d be happy?! Why, when I delivered you the skunk, you were absolutely glowing! You said “Chaos!? You managed to do something right! Now leave! Ask me about your grades on Monday, I’m busy making dinner plans!” And then I left sir. Do you remember that? Well sir, it’s Monday an-“
“You. Fail.” The coyote snarled. Chaos’ eyes widened and the boy gasped at his chest, as if it were the most shocking news of the century.
“FAIL!? Oh, but sir, I used EVERYTHING you taught me! Dedication, motivation, imagination, and innovation! I even delivered the skunk to you, just like you asked! Was she delicious sir? Did you gobble her up? Surely you must have! OH, my light and shining inspiration, I shall let the entire school know what a dangerous and cunning predator you are! If they don’t already, the school shall FEAR the name Professor Wile! Think of it- Professor Wile has SO much influence and guile and cunning that he taught his young assistant to capture a helpless little girl! And then you, my dearest, most dangerous professor, ate up her without any hesitation! Oh, sir, they’ll be so stunned, so awed by your greatness, no one will even ask how you got shaved like a poodle.” Chaos explained.
Professor Wile glared darkly. He knew what the boy was getting at and it made the fur on the back of his neck spike with anger.
“If I promise you an A, Chaos, will you leave my office, and never, ever speak of this, again?” The elder Canine hissed. Chaos gave a bright beaming smile.
“Why sir, that would be most generous of you!! “ The puppy squealed. Professor poodle narrowed his eyes and pointed towards the door.
“Very well. Now get out.” He snapped. Chaos did just that, stepping free from the presence of the angry canine and dipped out of the office, doing very little to hide his wagging tail.
“By the way sir, I LOVE the poodle look, very chic!” Chaos exclaimed poking his head back into the office.
“OUT!” The professor violently shrieked.
“So, you are, ‘ow you say, off ze ‘ook?” The shaven skunk asked as she meandered towards her classroom, Chaos following next to her, happily carrying her school books.
“Yeah! I don’t think professor Wile EVER wants to see you again!” Chaos grinned. "He even canceled the rest of his classes until his fur grows back! Said something about too many questions…So I guess I owe you. “ The pup commented, and paused when Claire stopped and turned towards him with a gentle smile, having arrived at her classroom.
“No no, we are even, you gave me somesing to look forward to everyday! I will miss my lunch time entertainment. “She lamented, and paused before leaning forward to press her lips gently across the boy's.
“And sat, is for saving my life. “She mewed. Chaos blushed darkly, and nibbled at his lower lip, his ears wilting to either side of his head in sheepishly, boyish charm.
“B, But I tried to kil-“He mumbled, but was immediately cut off by a fingertip to his lips.
“Do not talk. “ Claire advised.
“Ok.” Squeaked Chaos. She giggled, pecked him again on the nose, and dipped into her class room, leaving the boy to melt against the lockers. It only took a moment, but Claire poked her head back out into the hallway, and looked at puddle of puppy that was on the ground, grinning quietly.
“You know…I sink a fine reward for catching a skunk…if you know any interested parties…would be ice cream next Friday…at six pm…bon chance mon petite coyote.” She churred, blew him a kiss, and disappeared behind the class room door, leaving Chaos to scribble blue prints on the tile floor. He had to work quickly; Afterall, he only had four more days.
Annnnd here we are! End of the series, and for some reason I REALLY dig the ending! :3 this is one of my favorite series so far!
Clairelamouf Is a terribly good sport! Thank you so much for letting me write about you!
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