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7pm in winter
"I found some rare yoylite outside, Golfy!" Tennis Ball exclaims, while coming down the factory's stairs. Golf Ball turns her head from where she's sitting to get a better look at Tennis Ball. "Outside? how could you just somehow find that outside, Tennis Ball?" She says calmly, her arms still resting on the table in front of her. "I'm not sure..but what luck! I'll go clean it off to study it's history!" Tennis Ball says joyously, carefully bringing it to a sink. Golf Ball gets up from her chair and turns to look at Tennis Ball again. "I'll be heading out, TB. You're in charge of my factory when i'm gone." Tennis Ball smiles softly, honored to have that role. "Okay, Golfy!" Golf Ball puts on a coat then walks up the stairs to exit the factory.
Golf Ball walks outside to find certain material for her upcoming inventions. The scenery is dark outside, its lightly snowing; cold enough to make her shiver. She doesn't understand how Tennis Ball does it..his stupid fluff protecting him from the cold. He's lucky to have something like that. Golf Ball looks around some more..eventually close to giving up. "WOWIE KABOWIE!! What are you doing out so late, Grey Ball??!!??" Golf Ball flinches, immediately looking at Nickel..obviously irritated. "What are you doing out so late, Waste Of Oxygen..?" Nickel thinks for a moment "Idk lol" Golf Ball's face is straight and unimpressed. "Well, I have no use to talk to you anymore. I'm very uninterested on what you have to say to me. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm attempting to find some parts for my upcoming inventions." Golf Ball tries to walk past Nickel but he immediately steps in front of Golf Ball again to stop her in her tracks. Golf Ball's face becomes noticeably irritated, looking at Nickel slightly angry. "What could you possibly want to waste my time?" Golf Ball mumbles. "I have a secret to tell you." Golf Ball raises an eyebrow. "Spill it before I change my mind." Nickel looks around cautiously. "You have a secret admirer.." He giggles joyously, unable to contain the secret much longer. Golf Ball's eyes widen at the sudden words. 'A secret admirer'? Who knew somebody would like somebody like Golf Ball. "Don't dry out my patience, pea brain. Who is it?" She says in a sharp tone, genuinely curious upon who it is. "Somebody you know very well." Nickel whispers, giggling at the thought. Golf Ball thinks..who does she know very well? ... Until the thought of Tennis Ball clicks into her head. "Wait..-" Before Golf Ball can continue, Nickel giddily runs away to leave the mystery going. She looks at him skedaddle, flustered at the thought..could Tennis Ball like her? She brushes it off and decides to call the searching off for the night.
Golf Ball arrives back at her factory, silently entering and not making eye contact with Tennis Ball. "Golfy, are you okay?" 'Golfy'..was that nickname always so precious? She never realized how often he calls her that. "I'm fine, TB. It's just freezing outside." Tennis Ball smiles gently at her words, despite the words being distant. "Here, let me help you." He helps take Golf Ball's coat off and puts it on a coat rack. Golf Ball face turns a slight pink, her mind racing with thoughts. 'Has he always been this caring or was I too dumb to realize?' "Thanks." She responds a bit quietly, her mind still racing with possibilities. "What did you find out there?" Tennis Ball asks "Nothing important..all I found was a mindless bozo named Nickel." Golf Ball says a bit playfully, she gets a laugh out of Tennis Ball. She smiles warmly, feeling accomplished. 'Has Tennis Ball's laugh always been this cute?' She thinks, her mind wanders..but later on catching herself thinking of scenarios in her head. 'Oh what a fool I am to think this way..Pathetic.' "I'll be going to bed. You can crash here tonight due to the conditions outside." She says a bit softly. "I have spare blankets in my storage closet." Tennis Ball looks at her thoughtfully. "Okay, GB!" Tennis Ball goes to grab a spare blanket in the storage closet, Golf Ball watches him as he passes by her. She clutches her shirt, a painful feeling starts to warm her chest.
10am in winter.
Golf Ball awakens to the smell of faint coffee. Curiously, she gets up to get her daily clothes on and walks out of the room. "What are you doing?" She asks, smelling the scent get stronger as she walks up to Tennis Ball. "Oh! Hey, Golfy! I know how much you like coffee in the morning so i made some for you." Her face becomes a slight pink again, remembering the thoughts she had the night before. "That's very thoughtful of you, TB.. is it made correctly?" Tennis Ball's face becomes a bit nervous. "I hope so.." A slight smile forms in the corners of her mouth, then takes a sip from the cup that Tennis Ball handed her. "It's decent.. Thanks for remembering what I liked in my coffee." Tennis Ball's face lights up with a big smile. "You're welcome, Golfy!" A thought reaches Golf Ball's mind, 'i have to confront him about this' her heart starts to pound, she expects her thoughts to be wrong but secretly expects them to be right. "Tennis Ball?" Her voice slightly shaking "Yeah? Are you okay?" Tennis Ball responds, completely catching onto the tone in her voice. "The other night..Nickel told me I had a 'secret admirer'." She says, refusing to make eye contact with him. Tennis Ball's eyes widen, his face turns a slight pink. "What do you mean by this, GB?" She slightly looks up at him. "He said it was someone I knew very well." Tennis Ball's face becomes slightly nervous. She looks back up at him fully, her face turning a soft pigment of red. "I think I know you pretty well." Golf Ball's expression still sharp. Tennis Ball feels like he's melting. "Golfy, I-" He pauses to think of something to say. "I have to be honest with you. I've loved you for years. This is a bit too straight forward..but I believe we're compatible." He freezes, his heart pounding. 'I can't believe I just said that'. Golf Ball's eyes widen at his sudden words. "You're painfully too soft-hearted. But..ever since Nickel said those words, I thought of you and you only." She responds, looking away again. Tennis Ball's face lights up completely. "Golfy-" Before he could continue his sentence, Golf Ball yanks his shirt collar into a kiss. The kiss is long, affectionate, and it feels right. She pulls away, looking into his eyes. "I think we're compatible too." She says barely above whisper. Tennis Ball smiles widely, then sweeping her off her feet to spin her around joyfully. Golf Ball is shocked and holds onto his shoulders for support. "GRR - TB! DOWN, DOWN!" Tennis Ball giggles.