He remembers those words, he remembers how he wanted to say more to her. He was a different, more closed off fox then though. He definitely regrets what he said after, bunny punches to the gut are no joke.
โHm, that almost sounds like a compliment.โ
Nick flashed his smirk, hisโ
ears perk up at the little victory of the compliment. the affirmation that she knew him just as well as he knew her was rewarding.
โI know how you like your blueberries.โ
rapt violet eyes shine brighter once they lock with emerald. she supposes that slowing down and โ
โown brows raised as he repeated her own words back at her. As his eyes locked with hers, he simply got lost in those amethyst hues. The urge to reach out to gently caress her cheek, their table wasnโt big but the distance between felt so far.
He sighed softly as he took hisโ
โfrom him. Soon the foxโs eyes trailed back to her face, a small but genuine smile forming across his muzzle. She looked gorgeous.
โThank you, Judy. For coming here with me tonight.โ
The anticipation of Judy taking his paw again was almost agonizing, only for the interruption to ruin it. Nickโs ears pinned to the sides of his head as he feigned a smile, grabbing his own glass and taking a sip for himself. The sweet yet dry taste of the wine did pick up hisโ
โ returning, unusual for the hyper-vigilant bunny. as soon as the beverages are set down on the tabletop, the moment is interrupted; Judy blinks out of her reverie, flustering and hastily retracting her arm.
โthank you,โ she tells Sam, immediately reaching for a sip of wine.
โmood though.
โThis was a good choice, Carrots.โ
He took another small sip before setting the glass down, a short sigh leaving him. Looking down at his paws placed on the table, plenty of thought running a mile a minute through his mind. All about the bunny that was sat acrossโ
"for you, i would" is such a gentle & sweet love language. like, no, maybe i wouldn't usually do this, but i would love to do it if it would make you happy.
โanother reason to be around his favorite bunny. To take care of her.
Almost absentmindedly, he extended his paw across the table. Palm up, waiting for her to place hers on top.
โA low bar is underselling it, Carrots.โ
With the small bit of tension easing, Nick felt that surge of confidence again. His smirk stretched across his muzzle as he looked over to Judy with a half lidded gaze, silently admiring her. She may not have bursted out with laughterโ
โ werenโt the yummiest, but theyโre a quick and cheap dinner.
. . . it is nice, though. to have such little, quiet details about her noticed, like he cared enough to pay attention.
โbut he was happy to know that he could amuse her. It always made his day worth it.
โMaybe I should come over to cook to make sure you eat some real food.โ
While Nick wasnโt the greatest chef out there, he wouldnโt be opposed to picking up the skill. Especially if it meantโ
Nick felt that hesitation. Even as he kept a calm facade, the thoughts in his head were thrashing about. Did that make her feel uncomfortable? Did she realize what he subconsciously meant and just didnโt know how to put him down gently yet? His mind was almost in complete panicโ
โ that, yes.โ
passing over her menu and also stubbornly trying to ignore the strong tug of her heartstrings given to how well he also knew her.
โthat better not be a joke in disguise about my nickname,โ Judy adds once the waiter leaves, trying to bring some lightheartedness.
โall while he passed his own menu to the waitress just before she walked off, smirking over to the bunny.
โJoke about your nickname? Of course notโฆ Okay, maybe a little bit.โ
Nick of course was using jokes to hide his mental panic, chuckling to himself as he knew Judy wouldโ