Bobby shifts uncomfortably, always a little out of place in the Pomefiore lounge. But he was a guest of the birthday girl, and belonged there, despite the itching feeling that he was dressed too casually to even clean their bathrooms.
But finally, he spotted the guest of honor, and his heart melted at her sudden bright smile. She signed a hello, and he gave a wave and a grin right back. Bobby took a deep breath, and headed over to Eira, palms a bit damp.
First, he handed over a small bouquet of flowers, hoping she won't pay too much attention to the flecks of paint on a few of the petals. Luckily, no one managed to notice him slipping in and out of the Heartslabyul gardens, or if they did? They decided to take pity on a poor fox trying to find some way to treat his special gal. And as she wordlessly admired them, he cleared his throat.
"I hope it's all right, the next part of this is kinda... performance based. I wrote you a poem, Eira. A sonnet. I call it, er, 'Want to Be'. Here we go.
HARK! Allow me to proclaim my want;
Listen while I tell of my desire!
Though checkered pasts, some other souls would haunt
Mine own, forget; to my future acquire!"
Yikes. Were the Pom-poms actually listening? Well, hopefully he could pull this off. "Make haste, before your chance has up and gone
A man of action's what I do prefer
But note; lines of approval will be drawn.
Your heart tested, companionship assured."
Okay. So far, no weird looks, and Eira was enjoying herself. He just had to pull through to the end. No one seemed to catch on to what he had done with this.
"'Tis not just lust that draws me to your heart!
Your other virtues should all rise above.
Our partnership, a most important part
If you should meet approval for my love."
As he approached the final couplet, Bobby began to sweat. Hopefully no one was listening too closely... "What do I want? Let me lay down the law.
My truest urge," he recited, his mouth going dry. Maybe this was a bad idea after all. But, in for a penny, like they say... "is for, uh... zig-a-zig-ah."
(Happy birthday Eira! Bobby rewrote the Spice Girls for you ❤️)
Eira couldn't help but giggle when she realized what he was re-mixing into a sonnet. She gives him a sweet kiss and signed, 'Thank you, You really are a poet when you want to be'
She smelled the flowers and dusted off a paint chip, 'They are beautiful, you really know how to make a girl feel special,'