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As GB sat at her throne, she heard the clatter of armour approaching her. TB had just gotten back from his duty as a knight.
He put away his sword, and dropped to one knee for his noble. "Your highness, I dealt with the peasants per your request..." he spoke through his helmet.
"Quit it with the formalities, Tennis Ball. It's just silly at this point." GB replied. She got up from her throne to approach him.
TB stood back up to meet with her. He put his hands on her forearms, smiling through the metal of his head piece. "I'm simply treating the queen how she should be treated."
GB couldn't help but chuckle. TB always knew how to flatter her, and she would be lying if she said she didn't like it. "Oh, har har... It's just cheesy. We're close enough to each other to speak casually."
"I know. I'm just poking your leg!"
Things went quiet for a short minute. Golf Ball tried to catch a glimpse of Tennis Ball's eyes through the darkness of his visor, but it relented.
"I wish you would take this clanky thing off more." GB finally spoke.
TB felt his face heat up. "What, my helmet? That's what makes me a real knight!"
GB brought her hand to the head piece, itching to take it off. "You can't be a knight all the time, TB."
"But, that's my job..."
Finally, GB lifted the visor. Her gaze softened. You would never expect a face like TB's to belong to someone as vicious as a knight. It's moments like these where she wished that TB wouldn't be gone so long all day. She looked into his eyes for what felt like forever, before finally giving him a peck on the lips. "I'm giving you a momentary vacation."