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“Hey, Kitty, what’s up? Your message sounded serious.” Ladybug touched down on the roof beside her partner, her hand holding out the small bag of baked goods for him.
He smiled though it didn’t light up his eyes as it normally did. “Just a bad day. I was hoping you could cheer me up.”
His ears drooped and his tail hung lifeless behind him. His eyes dropped to his hands and the small bag he’d taken from her. His smile disappeared, his shoulders slumping.
Not wasting a moment, she whispered, “You wanna tell me what’s bugging you or just straight to my bag of pawsome puns?”
His mouth quirked at that. “I thought I called dibs on cat puns, being a cat after all.”
“It’s not my fault I’m clawsome at them. Dibs don’t count right now. Got it, Kitty?” She nudged his shoulder, motioning toward a chimney behind them. She sank next to him, her hand going for the small pastry he held out for her. “Now, this just hits the spot, don’t you think? What’s more purrfect than good company and baked goods?”
His mouth quirked a bit more. “Nothing I can think of, My Lady.”
She doubted that, but she remained silent for the moment.
“There’s a firework show with that concert this weekend? Wanna go? It’s sure to rock out with a few bangs along the way.” She kept her gaze on her hands, not wanting to see his surprise at the implication of her question.
“Is this a pity thing, My Lady?” He scooted a bit further from her. “I really don’t want pity. I’ll be fine.”
“Not pity, Chat. I’m pawful at this, but I’m asking you on a date. A real one. You and me. What do you say?” Her gaze met his then, her eyes shining with sincerity. Her teeth worried her bottom lip, waiting for his response. “Do you need me to butter you up more or am I fudging this too much already? Do you knead more confection about how sweet I am for you?”
His smile bloomed. “Are you saying you Dove me?”
Shaking her head, she pressed close enough to place a kiss on his cheek. “What do you think, Kitty?”
“I think I need more confection as you put it. How much do you Dove this alley cat?” His arm wove around her waist, his mood lightening more.
“More than you can pawssibly imagine, Kitty.”