An anon asked for: “the fluffiest fluff that ever did fluff preferably involving some kind of stuffed animals”
And so I give you a date at the fair. Dorian’s got one helluva competitive streak. Bull’s got an excellent sense of timing.
Rated T for language, 1946 words
“It’s obviously rigged, Bull. The physics of it–”
“Don’t be such a sore loser, Kadan. I’m sure you’ll get it next time.”
“I will, thank you very much, and I am not a sore loser! I’ve been a professor of theoretical physics for longer than we’ve been dating–”
“You were definitely an adjunct for the first year–”
“A professor for four years and eight months, and I can tell you that the shape of the bottles’ necks means that the rings will bounce off. It’s physics.” He turned his glare from Bull to the disinterested carnie inside the stall. “It is, isn’t it? You’ve spent plenty of time around this game, you know it’s rigged!”
“Okay, let’s go get some funnel cake, alright?” Bull put a gentle hand on Dorian’s shoulder. “Maybe shaved ice from that place down at the end of the fairway? Just to cool off a bit.”
“I don’t need cooling off, Bull, I need to win that mabari.”
“There’s plenty of other prizes you can get me, babe. Let’s leave the nice elf alone now.”
“No, you wanted the giant pink mabari, you’re getting that Maker-damned giant pink mabari if it’s the last thing I do. Ten more rings, please.” He handed over another five-sovereign note.