Tee hee. Hee.

My love, Blumiere...Have more faith in yourself. I love you.

[endmysentenceswithdots]

Timpani raised her right eyebrow.

"And…"? she teased.

[shadowwithoutarmsorlegs]

The count grunted uncomfortably, scratching his head as he uttered:

"And…I, uh…will apologize to Fox…for offending him…"

[endmysentenceswithdots]

Timpani snickered.

"Good."

[endmysentenceswithdots]

Glancing up at the count, she could not help but smile weakly at his kind demeanour.

"Why, thank you," she laughed, wiping the wet marks on her face.

"You’re right, we can only hope for the best."

She turned slowly to Blumiere.

"And that means no more Mac n Cheese from me until you return that stolen diary."

[shadowwithoutarmsorlegs]

"Guh—!"

What a sour face the gentlemanly lord made. It must have made her giggle. He just wanted them to convey their feelings straight to each other. But he knew perfectly well how reasonable it was.

"A-alright, I shall return it…" he resolved reluctantly.

[endmysentenceswithdots]

Timpani raised her right eyebrow.

"And..."? she teased.

[endmysentenceswithdots]

Like a wilting rose, her head hung lower and her arms moved inwards towards her body. A sniff was all she could manage to say, her fingers trembling, trying to clutch onto her arms to stop herself from shaking.

"It…reminds me of when…we used to…go out to-together…a-and see the stars…"

Timpani bit her lips, struggling to remain strong.

"The hills we went to…that time when we bickered…it was just like this…"

She uttered the last few words pathetically, now unable to stop shaking or crying. Tears stained her cheerful face and wet her silky gloves and clothes. The poor girl now had to kneel on the floor, unable to handle the emotional overload.

[shadowwithoutarmsorlegs]

"T-Timpani!" Blumiere cried out almost instinctively as she fell to the floor. He wrapped his hands and cloak around the sobbing ‘princess’, patting and rubbing her back to soothe her.

Realization of his grave error only etched deeper marks of guilt and now empathy into his mind and heart. This was a problem that could only be solved by Fox and Falco themselves.

When the crying had subsided, Blumiere coaxed, “All we can do now is to hope and believe in them, I suppose…”

He conjured a handkerchief from his palm and offered it to the tear-stained girl.

[endmysentenceswithdots]

Glancing up at the count, she could not help but smile weakly at his kind demeanour.

"Why, thank you," she laughed, wiping the wet marks on her face.

"You're right, we can only hope for the best."

She turned slowly to Blumiere.

"And that means no more Mac n Cheese from me until you return that stolen diary."

[endmysentenceswithdots]

A sigh escaped her lips. That poor Fox was in absolute tears.

"…Just go apologize to Fox already. That wasn’t the way to convey Falco’s feelings anyway."

Timpani went on. “Love…is something that cannot be forced or fabricated. It comes from the heart. And Fox has yet to see that until he and Falco open up to each other. This is a trial for Falco whether he can truly convey his love for Fox…”

The descendant of the Tribe of Ancients remained oddly silent for the next few minutes.

[shadowwithoutarmsorlegs]

Guilt and sympathy wormed their way into the count’s heart. He had unintentionally played with their feelings.

"…I regret setting that up. It was disdainful of me…"

No response came from his love. Blumiere was a bit surprised by this. Whatever did he say to cause her to react like this?

"Timpani, I’m…sorry…?"

[endmysentenceswithdots]

Like a wilting rose, her head hung lower and her arms moved inwards towards her body. A sniff was all she could manage to say, her fingers trembling, trying to clutch onto her arms to stop herself from shaking.

"It...reminds me of when...we used to...go out to-together...a-and see the stars..."

Timpani bit her lips, struggling to remain strong.

"The hills we went to...that time when we bickered...it was just like this..."

She uttered the last few words pathetically, now unable to stop shaking or crying. Tears stained her cheerful face and wet her silky gloves and clothes. The poor girl now had to kneel on the floor, unable to handle the emotional overload.

[endmysentenceswithdots]

"What?!"

The friendly friend shrieked incredulously after what she had seen and heard recently.

"Honestly, you can’t go around barging into people’s relationships like that…" Timpani facepalmed.

[shadowwithoutarmsorlegs]

The count pouted childishly.

"Hmph, I was only trying to bring them together…" he complained.

[endmysentenceswithdots]

A sigh escaped her lips. That poor Fox was in absolute tears.

"...Just go apologize to Fox already. That wasn't the way to convey Falco's feelings anyway."

Timpani went on. "Love...is something that cannot be forced or fabricated. It comes from the heart. And Fox has yet to see that until he and Falco open up to each other. This is a trial for Falco whether he can truly convey his love for Fox..."

The descendant of the Tribe of Ancients remained oddly silent for the next few minutes.

[endmysentenceswithdots]

"What?!"

The friendly friend shrieked incredulously after what she had seen and heard recently.

"Honestly, you can't go around barging into people's relationships like that..." Timpani facepalmed.

[endmysentenceswithdots]

Predated Valentines?

"..."

That was all the girl could say as she stared on at the contemplating frog being held up precariously by an extreme racer, before moving on to the usually bickering pair that was, for some reason, making out passionately in the hallways.

"Isn't this a bit too early for Valentine's?" mused Timpani.

[endmysentenceswithdots]

Sweet Dreams

"Good night, rest well," chimed the lady in white, to the person who was now lying comfortably in bed. Or it seemed to her at least.

[blackwingsunchained-deactivated]

The fight we all wanted to see since Miis were announced.

[endmysentenceswithdots]

Oh my gosh I need those Miis now

[endmysentenceswithdots]

"Oh, what happened…?"

Something didn’t feel right. Timpani got up from the ground, but as she looked around, her surroundings felt…a bit bigger than usual. She attempted to get up on her arms. What she had for arms were colorful wings. And what she had for legs, well…

"Oh no."

Timpani had somehow transformed back to her Pixl form. Fluttering around helplessly and frantically, she called out, “Hello? Is anyone there…? I need help…”

[princessofinsects]

"Wow, a rainbow buttefly!"

Agitha scrambled up to the flapping butterfly and paused to catch her breath, as she scrutinized every little detail of the Pixl.

"Oh boy, it’s a new genus!" the self-proclaimed princess of insects exclaimed excitedly. "It’s so colorful and pretty…but it looks so familiar."

She jumped in realization and quickly said, “Wait, you look like that Timpani’s bow! Or…are you?”

[endmysentenceswithdots]

Oh thank the stars and high beings up there, this peculiar little girl came to her rescue!

"Agitha, it's me, Timpani!" the butterfly Pixl cried out. "I've turned back into a Pixl. I mean, a butterfly."

[endmysentenceswithdots]

"Oh, what happened...?"

Something didn't feel right. Timpani got up from the ground, but as she looked around, her surroundings felt...a bit bigger than usual. She attempted to get up on her arms. What she had for arms were colorful wings. And what she had for legs, well...

"Oh no."

Timpani had somehow transformed back to her Pixl form. Fluttering around helplessly and frantically, she called out, "Hello? Is anyone there...? I need help..."

[silent-but-sassy-blog-blog]

endmysentenceswithdots&princessofinsects started following you

Yo, wassup? The name`s Red, nice to meetcha.

[endmysentenceswithdots]

"Hello there," responded Timpani. What an upbeat and lively personality he had. Smiling ever so sweetly, she greeted, "It's nice to meet you. My name is Timpani..."

This boy seemed like a pleasant person to be with. She extended her hand to the trainer and asked, "What is yours?"

[shadowwithoutarmsorlegs]

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[shadowwithoutarmsorlegs]

Her innocent giggle triggered a faint tint of red to splash all over his face. He could feel his heart beat faster, even though there wasn’t nothing to be afraid or shy of. Well, except what he was about to do.

"Timpani," the count started off a bit weakly. "If…it is alright with you…"

He began to habitually press his forefingers together in nervousness.

[endmysentenceswithdots]

"Yes?" came TImpani’s response. 

She could already see pink ovals developing on the count’s cheeks. My, my. Timpani could guess what he was going to say next, but decided to let her love spill it himself.

[shadowwithoutarmsorlegs]

"I, uh…will you…just…"

Instead of the usual eloquent replies of full sentences, they were now shivering, broken pieces of words that made no connection to each other whatsoever. The prince’s face grew ever redder, and it took him a whole minute to finally say it. My goodness, his love has some patience there.

"…Will you go out with me?"

He closed his eyes and mouth, anticipating Timpani’s response to that statement of love.

[endmysentenceswithdots]

"..."

TImpani wanted to tease the cuteness out of this gentlemanly prince of her dreams, but she felt a bit sorry for him. In a loving sense. It was so adorable to her she could not find it in her heart to 'torture' him any more.

"Blumiere, of course I will. Yes, I will," she said elatedly, even with a calm expression. She, inside, was so happy to be asked out, she felt like dancing or flying (which she could not anyway) or whatever she felt like doing in happiness.

She ran into Blumiere's arms or hands or whatever could hold her, and hugged him the tightest she could.

[shadowwithoutarmsorlegs]

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[endmysentenceswithdots]

"Blumiere, you get too worried sometimes," sighed the friendly girl with white hair and a rainbow butterfly hair clip seated on top.

"I was only gone for a little while. I just wanted to look as good as possible before I came over," explained Timpani. "Silly Bleck, hee hee."

[shadowwithoutarmsorlegs]

Her innocent giggle triggered a faint tint of red to splash all over his face. He could feel his heart beat faster, even though there wasn’t nothing to be afraid or shy of. Well, except what he was about to do.

"Timpani," the count started off a bit weakly. "If…it is alright with you…"

He began to habitually press his forefingers together in nervousness.

[endmysentenceswithdots]

"Yes?" came TImpani's response. 

She could already see pink ovals developing on the count's cheeks. My, my. Timpani could guess what he was going to say next, but decided to let her love spill it himself.

[shadowwithoutarmsorlegs]

endmysentenceswithdots started following you

"T-….Timpani…?" the count stuttered. He brought his hat down with trembling hands, hoping that she hadn’t seen him get too emotional.

"Why, thank goodness you’re here. I have been waiting for a while now," dismissed dear Blumiere with a sigh of relief.

[endmysentenceswithdots]

"Blumiere, you get too worried sometimes," sighed the friendly girl with white hair and a rainbow butterfly hair clip seated on top.

"I was only gone for a little while. I just wanted to look as good as possible before I came over," explained Timpani. "Silly Bleck, hee hee."