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A soft rustle cut the still silence as the mound of blankets on the bed stirred, red furred paws peeking over the edge and peeling them back, exposing their concealed occupant. A pair of tall red ears popping up as the blunt muzzle of a red kangaroo peered over at the clock, 6:57 am. Jaws gaping in a wide, buck toothed yawn, the dagger clawed paws clenched into fists and stretched, quivering slightly with the strain, just as the clock began to beep, 7:00. Hitting the snooze before the second beep could even sound, the grumbly boomer shifted under the covers, loathe to leave the comforting warmth of the bed, but he had something to look forward to today. This roo was going on a date. The first in a while, and a breakfast date at that.

Crawling out from under the blankets, he shivered for a moment in the cool air, shaking himself to fluff out the short fur against the cold, the naked boomer stood up on his three toed feet, stretching again and yawning loudly as his tail curved in a tight arc behind him. Smacking his lips, dry mouthed with sleep, one of the padded paws rubbed his eye, pressing the orb into the socket in an attempt to stimulate blood flow. The lanky roo crossed the room in his bouncing stride to disappear into the bathroom. When nature calls, you answer after all.

Emerging again, relieved and more lively than before, the marsupial began to dig through his dresser drawers, stuffing limbs into clothing as he went along. Boxer briefs that hugged his slim hips and clung to his inverted malehood, firm balls suspended over his sheath, a tshirt that he slid down over his torso, tugging the hem low over the fleshy opening of his pouch, a thick pair of jeans and finally a warm sweater to further ward off the chill of late fall.

He had a certain pep to his step that was lacking most morning. It wasn't often that he had anything truly exciting to look forward to, but the prospect of a date, admittedly arranged by his sister, was something he had chosen to look forward to. Audrey had assured him six ways to sunday that the two would get along, that they had more in common than the boomer knew, and all he knew was that he had been set up with a deer, a mule deer called Jayne. Any further digging had been met with smug silence and eventually the roo had given up on prying any further information from his obnoxious sibling. At any rate it didn't matter right now. He was meeting the buck in a little over a half hour, and had best get a move on.

Stopping back in the bathroom to primp and groom a little, he combed back some of his more unruly whorls of fur, and brushed his own teeth extra well, giving himself a final once over. Even bundled as he was, he was short and slim for a boomer, despite his best efforts to bulk up at the gym, but even he had to admit, he looked handsome today. Clenching both fists, he flexed in the mirror for good measure before nodding in satisfaction and turning to go. Slipping into a pair of work boots, the yellow leather stained with concrete and scarred with use, he bounced towards the door, tail waving excitedly from side to side.

As he stepped out into the cold, breath puffing in crystalline mist, he turned the key in the lock, hearing the deadbolt thump into place. With a deep breath of crisp air, he closed his eyes as he turned towards the sunrise, letting the cold burn in his lungs a moment, he blew it back out, opening his vibrant green eyes again to gaze upon the morning. Folding his ears back, he stuffed a wool beanie down over his head, stepping into the morning foot traffic on his way downtown. They were supposed to meet at a coffee shop across from the smithsonian, and it wa going to take a brisk pace if the roo wanted to make it on time.

It was a pleasant early walk, threading his way through the taller crowd, most of the population consisting of large herbivores that towered over the marsupial, much like he expected the buck he was on his way to meet would be. As confident and excited as he was, the roo couldn't help but feel a growing sense of anticipation as the dome of the museum grew nearer and nearer. Pulling his hat off in nervousness, he pricked his ears up, trying to peek between the crowd at the outdoor tables for the buck and.... there! There he was, sitting alone at the outermost wrought iron table. Tall, as expected, mule tan fur, and a moderate rack of antlers. Lifting a paw in greeting, Nate bounced on his toes as he hurried forward to approach the table, "Jayne right?" he beamed widely....