Persistent

March 29, 2002:

    “So, what’s on your mind?”

    Letting out a deep breath, Chaos replied, “Oh, I was just thinking about how persistent you are when coming after me despite how clueless I was.”

    “That’s because I’m as stubborn as you,” Gadget replied with slight laugh. “And you weren’t that bad.”

    Rolling his eyes, he retorted, “Yeah, right.”

    “It’s true,” she quickly countered. “It took Falcon eighteen months to get the hint. For Tern it was fourteen months, and Stint was sixteen. Hell, rumor has it our clan leader took longer than any of them to get it.”

    Snorting, Chaos muttered, “I fail to see how that makes me seem less clueless.”

    Shaking her head, Gadget smirked. “Well, silly, I was just pointing out that you didn’t take as long as a few others to put two and two together.”

    “Bah.” Crossing his arms, he looked her in the eye. “So, where are you going with this?”

    “That attempt at a stern look is definitely not you,” she said while tapping his beak. “As to your question, sure you were oblivious during the first few months, but I wasn’t trying all that hard either. As time went on, I got a bit more obvious and you did start to respond.”

    “Yeah, right.”

    “And the boy doubts me,” she replied with a chuckle. “There were some curious looks, a little bit of panic and believe it or not, some subtle moves.”

    Blinking in surprised, he asked, “Such as?”

    “The tip of your tail intertwining itself with mine several times,” she said with a smile. “Lingering looks, blushing when caught in the act, and of course, the few times you ran your hands through my hair.”

    “I wasn’t even aware that meant anything,” he countered.

    Laughing, she shook her head. “I would have thought the happy sounding growls would have been an obvious clue.”

    Groaning, Chaos felt the urge to bang his head against the nearest wall. “I can’t believe I didn’t catch that.”

    “Oh, I would say that you did pick up on it, but weren’t aware of doing so.” Smirking, she added, “Getting back to the persistent part, in a ways, you were too.”

    Confused, he asked, “Wait, what do you mean?”

    “Remember that time you gave me a piggy back ride when I twisted my ankle?”

    Cocking his head to one side, he replied, “Yes, but I fail to see what that has to do with this.”

    “It’s called your scent silly.” Laughing at his blank look, she continued, “I got a good whiff of it that night and boy, did it stick. No matter what was tried, it wouldn’t go away. And when you entered the room, it kept jumping out at me.”

    Scratching his head, “So what you’re saying is my scent made me seem persistent in going after you?”

    “Pretty much,” she said with an amused look. “As somebody once said, ‘the nose never lies.’”

    “And just what is that supposed to mean?” he asked.

    Rolling her eyes, Gadget sighed. “I guess nobody bothered explaining to you the gargoyle version of the birds and the bees.”

    Shaking his head, Chaos leaned back slightly. “I was pretty much just told a few of the basic things.”

    “Figures.” Smiling, she leaned closer. “The use of scent pretty much helps us avoid inbreeding. Plus it helps us find a… compatible mate.”

    As her revelation sank in, he groaned. “I’m doomed…”

    Kissing him on the side of the beak, she chuckled. “At least it’s a good doomed.”

    “I was afraid you were going to say that.”

    Grinning, she replied, “That’s nothing. You should be more worried about what I have planned for later down the road.”

    Shaking his head, Chaos began to wonder what he had gotten himself into.

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