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mybeloved ([info]mybeloved) wrote in [info]themouserace,
Chance smiled when Arianna said that she was loving being here. And with him. Him. His heart soared. His stomach filled with butterflies. But that wasn't the end of it. His eyes got a little glassy as she continued to compliment him. Incredible? She thought he was incredible? Did that mean maybe, just maybe, she liked him?

He wondered if this is what the grandpa felt like in Willie Wonka that drank the stuff to floated to the ceiling. He beamed and was about to say something else, but Arianna turned and started to play with her monkey. Chance laughed as his finished his bottle and Chance set the monkey down, letting him grab his thumbs and stood to walk behind him.

"You know, I think you like that monkey there more than me. Having a good time I take it? Seeing the zookeeper makes me think about vets. Maybe I should be a vet instead of a doctor. What do you want to be when we are all grown up and stuff?" he asked as he toddled slowly behind his monkey and looked back at Arianna, beaming.


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