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Tenna is trying very hard not to laugh. He keeps his hand firmly over his mouth even as his shoulders shake with restrained chuckles. He knows that if he laughs, he’ll be in trouble.
But how can he not laugh at the sight before him?
Spamton G. Spamton, the big shot, with his feathers all fluffed up and chest puffed out letting out high-pitched, loud squawks as he tries to claw at his own reflection. He darts backwards, pauses, then lunges again with those same sounds.
It’s nearing Black Friday, one of the peak days for sales and ads, which meant that it was also Addison mating season. As his partner, Spamton has been clinging to the older Darkner as much as possible. Rubbing the gland underneath his tail then using his hands to smear that scent onto every set of clothes the TV wore throughout the day.
Staking his claim or as the little mailman growled out, “You’re mine so you should smell only like me!”
This possessiveness meant that the TV Time crew also couldn’t come near the host. The salesman has already bitten at least four crew members and did a weird mix of a hiss/growl at everyone else. Actually, he might’ve bitten a green Pippins multiple times.
Nobody else was willing to help with Tenna’s costumes. So, the poor short Darkner had to sacrifice his arms to an angry, hormonal Addison’s teeth to keep the show running.
Cowboy Mike had offered a muzzle, but that only made Spamton more aggressive. Scratching and biting until Tenna scooped him up, declared today’s workday over, and went to their shared dressing room to calm his little mailman down before any more damage could be done.
Tenna knew from his research that Addisons could get highly aggressive and territorial over those they consider business partners, valued clients, turf, and mates during this season. He had no idea how dumb they could get from the hormones.
A loud smack and whine drew his attention. Spamton is lying on the floor on his back rubbing his face. The poor bastard had slammed his face into the mirror trying to fight his own reflection.
Okay, no one can blame the TV host for bursting out into laughter. Hurting yourself trying to fight your reflection is just too funny. It’s something straight out of a cartoon! Pure slapstick!
After a few minutes, Tenna managed to reel in his laughter. He coos softly at how his little mailman pouts sadly from the floor likely seeing the laughter as rejection, “Oh, my sweet birdie. It’s alright, I’m not interested in any other Addisons.”
With a quick snap of fingers, all the mirrors in TV World’s studio are covered. He wanted to get out and back home as soon as he could without Spamton trying to claw the faces off mirrors. He snuggles the white Addison closer with a croon, “C’mon, mailman. Let’s go home.”
Chirping sweetly, the tiny Darkner wiggles his way into a large pocket on the suit jacket. Curling up inside the dark, warm space, Spamton trills and settles down. Tenna lightly pats his pocket before starting the walk back to the mansion he calls home. He’s still working on getting his little lover to move in with him, maybe nesting there will encourage it.