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Tennis Ball was nervous.
Very, very nervous.
Because today he was going to try to confess to his best friend of 15 years today.
He’s had a crush on Golf Ball, his best friend for so long. It’s been a while, and his hints are probably not clear enough to Golf Ball. That much was sure.
And so, Tennis Ball sits on the floor of the hotel, thinking about ways he could confess.
A note? Nope. How about face-to-face? His anxiety would never let that happen. Maybe some kind of gift?
Hey, maybe that might work!
A gift would be a good idea, probably. Golf Ball has a lot of trinkets and machines she loves to tinker with. He could use that to confess! He could present her with a gift next time he goes down to the lab!
So he jumps up excitedly, running out to try and find something.
He runs and runs, going far out.
All the way to Yoyleland.
Finding himself in a large area full of Yoyleberries, he looks around. What would a Golf Ball want to have that a Tennis Ball could get for her?
Then he spots it.
A beautiful white flower, which he could recognize in a heartbeat. Known as the Winter Snow Yoyleflower, only coming after winter for a few days. This must’ve been the last one, because it's been a few weeks since the beginning of spring.
He carefully uprooted the plant, placing it inside a clay pot he made himself. He was surprisingly good at pottery for not having any arms. He quickly put ice cubes in it and carried it with him.
Oh, and the ice cubes?
It’s a special flower, as you know. So instead of normal water, it needs ice cubes to melt on top of the soil to get it water. And it can survive even better without sun than with. Perfect for GB’s lab!
And GB definitely knew how to take care of it. She’s into science after all.
He ran all the way back, out of Yoyleland, panting heavily. Carefully balancing the pot on his head, he knocks on the door.
“Who is it?” Golf Ball calls out.
“It’s Tennis Ball!” He called back. The lab door slid open with no creaks at all. Must’ve been recently oiled.
“Come in, TB. What’s up?” Golf Ball muttered, not even looking up from the invention she was tinkering with. She loved tinkering with things, always trying to improve them.
“Oh, well I- Uh- I got this flower for you. A, Uhm… Winter Snow Yoyleflower…” Tennis Ball stuttered out, hoping he didn’t sound too stupid.
“Oh, sure. Just set it down on my desk and help with my machine. It is uncooperative today.” Golf Ball replied.
Tennis Ball sighed and set down the flower, before helping with GB’s machine.
And so he helped for a few hours. Then, once he left for the night, Golf Ball waved him off and she sat in silence tinkering away.
She appreciated the sentiment of the flower though. She would take care of it very well. She just wasn’t very good at showing her affection.