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I couldn't help but smile at the sight of the waving butt -excuse me - the sight of the waving lynx with his familiar eyeglasses and a pierced ear flick and waving butt-emphasizing tail and a waving paw and a cute smile and a black T-shirt identical to Mason's that read: "I'm With Aydrian".

I wondered for a stupid moment whether the infamous lynx Haakon was actually waving at me, but then I tipped my head and saw how Mason lifted a more contrite paw up and gave the excited lynx a quick wave, his head making odd jerking motions towards the quietly smiling tiger newly seated behind his magical mystery author desk.

Hahah, I still lifted my paw and gave the lynx a smile and a wave, just because he was so cute that he made my tail flicker happily.

Almost as nicely as the idea of a date did!

I watched how the lynx joined the small queue upstairs and wandered over to the corner where the tiger sat in his noble silence, surrounded by the swishy-tailed wolf and the purple leopard who hovered in front of the cardboard cut-out of Princess Royal Catalina, her arms folded over her chest.

"I hope you're all set here, " I smiled at Mason's bodyguardish pose and flicked my ear.

"We're not," Ms. Lopez snapped from her side.

My ears flattened automatically as I braced myself for the tirade.

"How could I help you, miss?" I tried happyhappy Rory for now, I really did.

"I don't see a sign saying that there will be only one autograph per fur," Ms. Lopez complained. "I want one."

I gave the modest queue a quick glance and then turned back to the leopard.

"Are you sure it is necessary, miss Lopez?" I smiled still. "There seem to be a lot of cubs out there and I'm sure there is plenty of time..."

"Can you imagine the amount of crap if the newspapers get a hang of it?" the leopard snorted. "I can already the headlines! 'Disappointed Cubs Turned Away From Book Signing' ! 'Weeping Cubs Disappointed at Book Signing' ! 'Hogging Autograph Hunters Stood Up Queue At Book Signing, Countless Weeping Cubs' Parents Demand Compensation' ! And you just imagine what that compensation will be, mister lion? FREE BOOKS! And we're not going to give out free books, mister, so you better make sure that it won't come to that."

I stood there, my tail tucked between my legs, flabbergasted by the rapid-fire outburst coming from the strange purple creature of a woman. I think my jaw was a bit slack, too.

I hoped the furs upstairs hadn't heard it.

Then the tiger spoke.

"Ms. Lopez, I'm going to sign every book you will receive from the fans and place in front of me with the front page opened for easy access for me to write my name and the name of the fur into it," the tiger's calm eyes practically nailed the leopard to the wall.

"But..."

"And you will also procure for me a gift set edition of all four Caledon Rocks books and I will sign that and it will be donated to the first fur on that line as a special gift from Lord Mistwillow and the publisher," the tiger continued before turning his gaze from the leopard to Mason, looking up to the standing wolf. "Mason, do you have gift set editions available around here?"

For a little while I thought that Ms. Lopez might turn her claws to the valiant cardboard princess behind her and tear it apart while snarling insanely. For a while I thought that Mason might clam up and manage only to say "ummhmhmhmhmhmh" in answer to the tiger's question, but he flicked his ears and nodded.

"Yeah, we especially ordered a few in for today," the wolf rumbled.

The mist-tiger smiled broadly.

"Excellent. Could you please fetch it for me, so that I can sign all the books before the actual signing begins?" he spoke to Mason, who nodded energetically as soon as he was addressed by the idol-tiger.

"Yeah, yeah!"

He was already off and away, passing me energetically. I really had to bite down my teeth to keep from laughing aloud. My tail flicked ever the more for it, though.

Now the tiger looked at me.

"Hey, what's your name?" he smiled again. "I don't think I caught it yet."

Ms. Lopez huffed and snarled something inaudible between her lips.

My ears flicked and I smiled, too.

"I'm Rory Gliese," I spoke as friendlily as I knew when talking to famous tigers.

"Great," he nodded. "Rory, could you go up there to tell that little coyote girl and her mother that they're the first in the queue and are entitled to the publisher's special prize?"

"Oh...of course," I mumbled.

Ohhh...

"Excellent. Tell your Ms. Pitt, please, that you can charge the publisher for the book gift set."

Ms. Lopez opened her muzzle to say something, but a look from the seated tiger shut her off.

"I'll tell Marge that as soon as I see her," I smiled broadly.

"Thank you, Rory."

I left the signing corner feeling much more happier than before. I even purred a little as I got up the stairs and flicked my ears at Crystal, who gave me a look. I still had something else to do, though, before the real mayhem started. I turned to face the little coyote girl with her wizard's hat and her tightly clutched book and her mother, and smiled.

"Hey," I spoke, "I presume you're here for the signing?"

The little coyote looked up to me with big wide eyes and tugged on her mother' tail, causing the elder canine to smile.

"Good morning," the proud mother smiled to me. "Lydia insisted that we came first thing in the morning!"

"Ohhhh!" I flicked my ears happily and made sure that she didn't see my teeth. "Did you have to take a day off from school?"

The little girl looked up to me and nodded quickly.

"Now that was just great because I just heard a secret," I smiled, flicking an ear, "would you like to hear, too?"

I gave the mother a quick smile before I turned back to the little girl, who gave me another quick nod that threatened to cause her hat to fall off her head.

"Well...," I smiled, leaning down a little so that I wasn't too scary, I hoped, "I just told Lord Mistwillow down there that you've come all the way here to meet him, and he said that it's such a nice thing that you're gonna get a special surprise as a thank you!"

I didn't think it was possible, but her eyes became even bigger than before as she looked up to me, crouching lion or not. I gave her a little extra smile before I stood up again and faced the mother.

"If you may, your daughter is eligible to a special free gift since you're first in the line, ma'am," I told her matter-of-factly. "Courtesies of the publisher of the Caledon Rocks."

The momma coyote's eyes lit up as much as her daughter's had done earlier, and her tail wagged happily as she watched at me in amazement.

"Did you hear that, Lydia? You're going to get a surprise!"

The little coyote hopped on her oversized footpaws, her ears and tail flicking madly, threatening to finally topple that hat off her head.

"Really? Really? Really? Really? Whatisit? Whatisit?"!

I looked down to her again and grinned.

"Well, I think you'll soon be able to ask Lord Mistwillow himself!" I declared happily. "Are you eager to meet him?"

"Yay!!!" she was practically jumping in circles already.

"Well, I think we should go then," I smiled, and gave Crystal a nod.

The tall mare smiled and returned the nod, her tall ears flicking.

"Alright, everyone, we're beginning the signing, so line up!" she declared louder now, gaining a few curious looks from the uninterested customers browsing the shelves. "You can go downstairs now but please remember to leave plenty of space around the desk so that photo opportunities are equal!"

"Why don't you follow me, miss, little miss?" I smiled for the coyote pair and gestured towards the stairs. "You're right up first!"

"Did you hear that, Lydia? We can go in now!"

"WooooWW!"

I decided to act as the escort for the coyotes, walking ahead of them down the small flight of stairs and leading them past the shelves of musky books into the corner where Lord Mistwillow held his court, protected by the vigil of Sir Mason and...well, there was Ms. Lopez standing there, looking very much unhappy. In her paws, she held the colourful cardboard box that was the elaborate and wonderfully crafted special gift set edition of all four Caledon Rocks books. I knew that it cost 120 dollars, without the special discount.

The Mistwillow guy spotted our approach and stood up behind his desk, smiling broadly when the shy coyote girl and her mother were ushered in by yours truly.

"Hey," the tiger smiled, "I was told you're the first in line, and that's why we want to give you something really special for that. What's your name?"

The little girl hid behind her mother briefly before being ushered back to view by her mother's paws, steering the girl to stand between her mother and the table occupied by the smiling tiger.

"Lydia!"

"Ahhh! Lydia...there's a Lydia in one of my books, do you remember her?" the tiger's eyes gazed at the little fan through his specs.

The coyote girl seemed to explore with excitement at the prospect of proving her knowledge about the Caledon Rocks.

"She's the cook of the Alchemists!" her tail wagged against her mother's legs rapidly.

"Isn't she!" he seemed to be beaming now, all flicky ears on his usual calm face. "And I see that you've got a book with yourself, too...would you like me to sign it?"

"Please!" the little coyote exclaimed happily.

I watched how the mist-tiger sat down behind his noble desk and spent quite the lot of time scribbling down his autograph and a dedication for the little coyote before telling Ms. Lopez to step out of the way so that they could get photos taken. Mason volunteered as a camerafur, and I bet the girl got the photos of her lifetime, standing there with the tiger while happily clutching the oversized box of signed books that had been handed out for her by the not so happily smiling Ms. Lopez earlier on after she had been told to take the books out so that the tiger could personally add Lydia's name to each of them.

The two coyotes were practically levitating by the time they had received all the freebies and gotten their photos and stuff, and now a small trickle of furs began, everyone seemingly very excited to meet the tiger. I had to admit that he knew how to take his audience alright, with lots of questions and chatter and autographs written down even while the spoke casually with his fans. Ms. Lopez was employed with the aforementioned task of taking the offered books and placing the down in front of the seated tiger to ease things, up, but she didn't look too happy with her glitzy publicity job at the moment.

Mason, on the other stand, seemed to be at the height of geektastic fantasy, his ears flicking eagerly while he stood there, acting whatever purpose he had decided for himself, sponging in every detail that passed from the tiger's maw while he talked with his eager fans. There didn't seem to be any hurry around, considering that despite the constant influx, the line never seemed to get longer than about ten furs all in all, which must have been wonderful for those who had come in to meet their favourite tiger.

These included Haakon the lynx, who appeared downstairs sandwiched between a couple of wolf girls and a Sheppie, all three holding fresh copies of The Justice of Helios. The lynx stood between them calmly, his tail looping languidly behind his butt that was this time covered with well-fitting dark pants that complimented the black, puzzling "I'm with Aydrian" T-shirt he wore. The lynx, too, had a book with him, but his looked old and worn, rather than shiny new.

The foreign treat of a cat seemed to take a notice of me, for when the queue reached me, he sought my eyes, and smiled.

"Hello, aren't you one of Mason's work friends?" that oddly genuine-sounding British accent was heard in every rumbled syllable, carried on by his silky voice.

"Hi," I spoke, feeling a bit curious all sudden, but then I noticed that he had stuck out a paw, and I could do nothing but take it and gave it a squeeze.

He sure had a good grip...had to be because of that tone upper body...I wondered if he went to gym often...

"Hello, I'm sure you caught my name the other day, but I'm called Haakon," the lynx purred.

"Rory, hi," I spoke, greeting him again, even if that was a bit silly, to be honest.

Our paws separated, and my pads tingled a little from the fact they'd been squashed against his fingers.

"Hey, I've heard about you!" the lynx beamed. "Mason always says that you're cool even if you're old!"

My tail suffered from sudden erectile dysfunction, and so did my ears, though I tried not to grimace at the comment. I smiled instead.

"Well, isn't that...hopeful," I tried.

The lynx smiled earnestly, his eyes bright behind his glasses.

"And he told me that you've been helping him out with some of his studies, too, and that you like the Eurovision!" the lynx beamed.

My ears flicked a little at the praise coming from the cute lynx, and I even managed to smile more convincingly.

"Uhh...thanks...and yeah, yeah, the songs have been pretty funny...it's a bit weird, isn't it?" I was surprised that here I was, doing such casual small talk with the lynx of all furs.

Not that there weren't benefits to talking with him, I mean, eye candy...oh yes. Every inch of him was just perfect.

Not that there was anything wrong with beefy, sweaty Dobies either, compared to handsome lynxes with shiny furs and lots of attractive mottles, and funny tuffs in the tips of his pointed cat ears.

"Yes...though we didn't make it to the final on Saturday," those fun ears flopped down briefly.

No haba haba, it seemed.

"Ouch," I tried to smile broadly.

"I'm still glad Finland made it," Haakon continued, "I kind of like that song, too, so at least there's something to look forward to."

"Now that's nice!" I declared.

I had no idea how that song went, but at least the lynx was happy.

The tall lynx looked over along the short queue and at the tiger currently happily chatting with a flicky-eared bear. Then he looked back to me, still smiling.

"Looks like it's going smoothly...I'm sure happy that he came here, I can finally get an autograph to this!"

He held out the dog-eared book in his paws, revealing its front cover that read: "De Mystiske Heksegryte"

"My first Caledon Rocks book...I got it when I was 14," he smiled. "Totally loved it.

I smiled and flicked my ears.

"Well, now it's going to get the autograph it deserves," the lynx purred happily. "And I sure hope Mason gets his signed, too!"

"I don't think there's much of a rush, so you should have plenty of time chatting with him, too," I assured him, just because he was so damn nice.

"Ohh, looks like it!" he beamed. "Did Mason get to talk with him yet?"

I chuckled.

"Maybe he did... I had some coffee with him and his publicist in the back room a little while back...," I grinned.

"Wow!" his tail flapped against mine as his whole body expressed his amazement. "Must've been really something!"

I had to keep back the best of my amusement while I just smiled.

"Well, he's really friendly, so I'm sure it'll be great!" I enthused him, hoping that I wasn't leading him on.

"Wow...," the lynx mused, rubbing the side of his head with his non-book-holding paw, "this is getting better and better....and Mason's out there with him all the time...he's so lucky..."

"He gets to handle him a new pen if he runs out of ink," I chuckled.

I really couldn't help myself, really!

"That's still so very...cool..." the lynx wondered, using his height to his advance as he peeped towards the mystical corner so near, yet so far away, in terms of just how long time must have felt while waiting for something so exciting for him.

Not that I couldn't empathize with him...I mean...

Date! Date! Date! Date!

"He's been over the moon all week," I chuckled, scratching behind my own ear as I watched him happily. "He must've rearranged those cardboard cut outs about a dozen times already."

"That's much like him," Haakon smiled. "He really gets into everything fully!"

"He seems the sort," I replied, thinking that this excited Mason must be great company, and less catatonic compared to the MP3-addict wolf who liked brooding behind his counter while secretly reading a book under it.

"Can't wait until tonight, though," the lynx grinned. "We're going out!"

"Ohh?" I flicked my ears and tried to look very curious.

"Yeah, the girls from our study group told us they want to go out to dance and drink, and now we're doing it!" his tail looped happily at the prospect of partying through the night and being reckless and young and handsome and with a butt to cause buttons to pop off flies, at the worst case scenario.

"Sounds great."

It made me feel a bit younger, too, thinking about partying through the night.

I was so gonna do that tomorrow, I decided, with Victor.

Party or nothing!

"It is!" the lynx exclaimed happily. "The girls told us that they know just the place, something...some club, they told it was, it was called something funny...ummm...."

He rubbed his chin, thinking hard for a while - do I even have to mention that he looked cute when he did that ? - before he spoke again.

"Yeah, now I get it, it was called The Ramrod!" he grinned.

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