Noelle chuckled, “Buster, since when are you the romantic type?” Clifford blushed, looking off to his side sheepishly. “Well, it’s cold out…”
He lifted her in his small, cold hands, looking at her with a look of worry, and a look of…well..something else. Noelle blushed herself now, smiling at the young boy. He was a brat, but damnit he was her brat.
“I’ll be fine. I am a mouse, I survive. You are the one who needs to stay safe.” With this, she pecked him on the nose. “Don’t get hurt out there, kiddo.”
He stuttered, feeling a warmness in his heart, “I won’t, Noelle.”
~~ My older AU of Mousecenary, taking place during the 1930s. Dunno how much I'll work on it but it is fun to explore sometimes.
