The Park, Sunday, sunset

[tinkerbitch]

Ms. Squall Leonhart, wealthy sugar momma and weather pixie, and her darling Tiberius Bell - owner of Pixie Dust, which neither of them could seem to find, but really, it was certainly an artists' studio or something similarly clever and important - were walking through the park at sunset, talking

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[whatever_sucks]

Some talking, anyway. Tiberius didn't seem to have the hang of chit-chat. Still, he was trying.

"Beautiful sunset," he said.

[tinkerbitch]

It was! She jingled happily. Did they come here often? They must. He was quite handsome. Not much of a conversationalist, but she probably didn't keep him around for the conversation.

[whatever_sucks]

Tiberius completely missed most of that. "Yes, yes, of course you're beautiful, too," he muttered. When she looked at him like that, he blushed.

[tinkerbitch]

Oh, he was blushing! That made her blush. Wasn't he too cute? He really was. She jingled happily and zipped around his head once or twice, pirouetting.