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The large pangolin lounged on his sofa, enraptured by the handheld in his claws. The monstrous creature attacking his character demanded all his skill and the upmost attention to withstand its destructive strikes and deadly flames. He deftly rolled beneath the swings, dodging away from the razing heat of its breath, and found the perfect moment to deliver a crushing blow to its weakest point! Dennis was so close to finishing off the creature, when Jeanette leaned over the couch with her usually cocky smirk, "Another night playing with yourself, Dennis?"

He sighed and paused, his focus shattered, "Don't you have somewhere else to be?"

The bemused lynx scoffed, "Yeah, I'm going out, unlike you Danny boy. You really need to get out more. Why don't you just man up and ask out Anne already."

"You know what Miss Lynx, you are totally right. I will get right on that."

"You aren't even saying it right."

He smiled, "Oh what, your last name? Lynx? It's Lynx get it, cause you are a lynx."

She scowled playfully and laughed, "It is Lyn, and I'm gone. Have fun being lame and lonely!"

He attempted to nip her paw as Jeanette gave his head a quick scuff, but missed. She laughed, stuck out her tongue, and then hurried out the door. Despite the interruption, he was quick to return to the flow of battle, dodging a sudden leap by the monster as the game resumed. With skill befitting a true master, or just dumb luck, he moved into the perfect position to deliver a savage blow to what was left of the creature's tail. It released a vicious screech before collapsing before its opponent, the victory music drawing smile across the pangolin's face. After saving his game he let out a long, exaggerated sigh, "Well now what?"

He patted his stomach, his eyes dulling as he wracked his brain for ideas. Soon, his eyes fell on his TV, then the box on top of his TV. He smiled and rolled off the couch, walking to the kitchen to get a bowl. As he filled the bowl with Bug Bag brand insect mix, someone started knocking on his door. He put the bag down, growling with displeasure, "She better not have forgotten her keys again."

Looking through the peep hole, he saw the distorted, pink figure of his building manager. Surprised, and slightly worried, he opened the door, "Hey Annette, what are you doing here?"

She growled, clearly frustrated, "That", she stopped and sighed heavily, composing herself, "The lock on my door broke again. And that...that bastard of locksmith on the 4th floor won't come fix it tonight because 'his tools are at his shop'. What a load of bull!"

She sighed again and dropped her arms, her face in a downtrodden smile, "Do you think that I could stay here for the night?"

Dennis let a small smile cross his lips, "Oh, sure yeah. That's fine. Come on in", stepping back to let her inside. He watched her walk into the small living room and lean on the couch, "You keep this place is pretty good shape."

He returned to the kitchen, "Thanks. I like to keep things pretty clean, at least mostly."

"Trust me; this place is spotless in comparison to some of the other rooms," taking a seat on the sofa, "I mean, the folks in J23 think it's best to put padding all over the place because of their newborn."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah, and that's fine and all, but they used this weird blue superglue putty! They didn't want ruin the walls with nails, but now there are these big blue splotches over the walls. How is that any better?"

Dennis laughed as he came back and sat on the opposite side of the couch, "Wow. Yeah that seems like a bad idea. I can't imagine how difficult it is to get glue off their walls."

"And what tops all, is that they're rhinos. I mean, the kid is made to hit things!"

"Well, maybe he is, but the furniture and walls sure aren't."

Anne laughed, "I wonder what they were really trying to protect then, huh?"

They shared a short laugh, but soon it grew silent, except for Dennis crunching on a clawful of bugs. He quickly stood up, remembering his manners, and handed her the remote, "Here, you turn the TV to something you like, and I can get you something to drink."

She took it, "Thanks. If you have any beer, I'll take that."

Dennis bit his lip as he opened the fridge, "I don't actually don't drink beer."

"Oh, well what do you got?"

"I have some cans of lemon tea, and a couple of cases of strawberry daiquiris."

She gave an incredulous glance in his direction, but just shrugged, "Strawberry daiquiris, but no beer? Sure, I haven't a daiquiri for a while."

He pulled out a small pack of daiquiri bottles, but Anne stopped him before he left the kitchen, "Oh, and can you get some chips or something," pointing towards the bowl of seasoned insects.

Dennis chuckled lightly, "Right, no bugs."

He picked up a bag of potato chips and set in on the coffee table along with the daiquiris next to the bowl. He plopped down on the sofa, this time a bit closer to her as Anne quickly flipped through the channels, "So did I interrupt anything?"

Dennis could feel the embarrassment tinting his cheeks, "No, not really. I was just about to watch some cartoons I recorded a few days and play a game or something."

She smirked, lifting a bottle to her mouth, "What, no hot dates? You seem to visit Lindsey down the hall pretty often."

He gave a rather short laugh, "No, no dates. And Lindsey is actually a lesbian, and has terrible working knowledge of how her electronics works. So she needs me every other day to fix something."

She stole quick glance at him, "No kidding? Huh, well that explains a few of my conversations with her. But you" she took another drink, "Hold on. You have most of the good cartoons on here. Oh, and Pacific Rim PD", she pressed a few buttons and the catchy intro of PRPD began playing.

Dennis looked at her as he reached for the bowl, intrigued by her interest, "You watch cartoons?"

She set the remote down and reached for the bag of chips, "Oh yeah. Real shocker, right? Yeah, when I was a kid my parents never liked me watching any cartoons or anime, so I hardly ever got to. But now", she bumped Dennis with her shoulder, "No one is here to stop me."

He smiled, "I never would have guessed."

"What? You aren't the only one who gets to be a big nerd."

"Well it is sort of my thing, what with the whole owning a comic book store."

"Alright then. Now", she turned towards Dennis, an odd look of confusion on her face, "you never wear pants, right?"

Dennis nodded slowly, not fully understanding her point, "Yeah, I usually just where an obscure belt. It's kind of awkward to wear pants for me."

"Are you wearing one now? Cause I don't normally see those."

He quickly looked down to find that not only was he not wearing his belt, but that his furry package was clearly visible, though, thankfully, he was completely sheathed. Dennis yelped and shoved a pillow between his legs, "Oh God! I'm so sorry. I forget I don't wear my belt when I'm at home."

She stifled a laugh, "Ah its fine, I've had tenants who've answered their doors in worse. Sorry to freak you out. Just curious why I was seeing your family jewels."

Rubbing his neck, he laughed awkwardly, "Yeah", and popped up a few bugs into his mouth.

"Pretty big family jewels though."

Dennis briefly choked on the three bugs in his mouth before coughing them out into his paw. While he caught his breath, Anne was laughing heartily, a few oinks sneaking in during the process. She scooted over and started patting his back, her laughter finally beginning to wane, "Oh gosh. You alright Dennis? I'm sorry, but that too funny."

She rubbed his back as his breathing finally steadied, "Yeah...yeah I'm okay. Oh geez," he turned to her and gave a short laugh, "You nearly killed me!"

Now only smiling, she brought her hands to her lap, "Yeah, but seriously, I really am sorry. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good; I just needed to catch my breath."

She leaned towards him, her hand pressing on the pillow in his lap, a slight shift in her tone, "Think I can make it up to you somehow?"

"Yeah, I'm sure I will come up with something."

She smiled and moved her hand to his jaw. Quite surprised, Dennis was pulled down as Anne placed a kiss against his snout. She pulled away quickly, reveling in the confusion on his redden face. She laughed, falling over onto her side, a squeal escaping her mouth, "Oh Gods Dennis, now I see why Jeanette does this so much."

Dennis growled at her playfully, "You suck!" and jabbed her side with a claw.

She squealed again, her arms shooting over to defend her side. Seeing this, he reached over and began mercilessly poking her wherever her arms could not cover. Despite the onslaught, Anne's face remained smug, though her bursts of laughter did not help the facade, and after a few seconds shouted, "I can see you like getting your hands on me!"

Dennis immediately backed away, looking down in horror. To his surprise, and relief, he found that he was still completely sheathed; however his pillow was knocked away in the excitement. Grabbing the pillow, He glared at the smirking and heavy breathing pig. They both smiled and started laughing, righting themselves on the couch. Dennis reached forward and opened a bottle, "Well, that was fun."

Anne straightened her clothing, "Yeah, a lot better than just watching some crap on TV."

After downing almost half his bottle, Dennis chuckled, "Yeah, same here. I'm usually just sitting around here every night."

"Hey about that, you seriously never get any company around here? There really nothing going on between you and Jeanette?"

"Yeah, she and I are just friends, though you know she does love to tease me. And yeah, I've never been great with dating. It's not like I don't try! It just never really seems to work out, I guess. Always something you know, gay, not interested, already dating."

"What would you do if you did get someone?"

"I don't really know. I mean, I'd try to be a good boyfriend."

"Well that tops all. How can you pick up someone if you've never been with a girl? Here, show me how'd you treat your girl."

"What do you mean?"

"Well you got the girl home, got some drinks, hell, your already aren't wearing any pants. You're a smart guy, what am I talking about?"

Dennis checked that the pillow was firmly planted in his lap then turned to her, "You know I'm not drunk."

She shifted on the couch to face him, "And neither am I. What's your point?"

"Believe me, I'd like to go along with this, but I'm not interested in any one night stands with my landlord."

Smirking, she scowled and scoffed, "If I was looking for a lay, I wouldn't be asking you first off. Dennis, I'm asking cause I'd expect you to get better when we do this again. Now," grabbing the pillow and leaning towards the wide eyed male beside her, "Show me what you've got."