george washington gale ferris jr

Misguided Valentine

“Touko, Touko!” The excited outburst and the sudden appearance of the green-haired man startled both the girl and the few Pidove which had been nibbling on the breadcrumbs scattered on the grass. A flurry of wings and alarmed chirps brought a guilty expression to the man’s face. “Ah—friends, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you…”

“They’ll be back,” Touko shrugged, getting over the shock soon before the birds did.  “N, what’s the matter?”

“Well,” he started, expression changing to a happy one once more as he shuffled his feet. “Do you know what day it is today?”

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