Some of you may recognize this, the majority won't. I just remembered this chapter and felt some nostalgia, so I just put it here, slightly modified for reasons. The ending is rushed but we kept the fox name!!

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Iskall softly laughed at Stress, who was trying to coax Cinnamon out from the couch.

He had found the little bugger wandering around, and just picked it up. It seemed cute enough and he liked it. It also liked him. He brought it over to show Stress, but it must've gotten scared at some point because ran under the couch. Stress looked up at him. "Beg your pardon sir, but I don't see you on the floor with me, which could be quite rude considering this is your dilemma."

Iskall laughed and rolled his eyes with a smile. "Well I'm sorry but for a person of my stature the floor simply too far beneath me." She laughed and sat up. "Well then your royal winy-ness, mind fetching some milk or is that also too low for your superiority?"

Iskall smiled and bowed over dramatically. "Why yes it is, a simple maidens task if you ask me!"

Stress gasped, placing a hand over her heart and feigning offense. "Why! Such an inconsiderate man!"

Iskall grinned at Stress, leaning over even lower. "Ah yes, but I would happily fulfill a task as such for a pretty lady!" He winked, stood up straight and quickly retrieved a bowl of milk upon the demands of Stress.

Women, am I right?

He handed it to her with a dramatic arm flail. "Task fulfilled your highness!" Stress laughed. "Oh shaddup and stop being such a flirt!" Iskall smiled. "But madame, it makes you smile!" Glaring, Stress let out a small laugh and looked at him. "If you insist on treating me like a royal, then you can start with cleaning out the place!"

Iskall laughed and shook his head at the absurd idea of labor. "Oh no, I was just trying to make good impressions for my lady!" He winked before smiling at the fox. "Isn't that right my little Cinnamon?"

Stress looked at him. "Ya know, if ya want the fox ya could get her right?"

"As you wish, madame."

He quickly sat down and held out his arms, patting his lap. "C'mere Cinna-" He was cut off by a fox jumping onto him, paws on his chest and pushing him onto his back.

Stress laughed as he cockily grinned. "Task one, fulfilled!!"

Stress rolled her eyes. "You coulda done that sooner ya know."

"Yes, but it was an amazing performance and you know it."

"Sure, sure. Tell ya self that."

Stress smiled and nudged his arm. "But don't go priding yourself and building that already large ego now alright?"

Iskall sighed. "Ah but your approval is already worth the world!"

She looked at him. "I could kill you right now if I wanted. You do know that right?"

He grinned. "Sorry Stress, I don't fear cupcakes."

"HEY!"

"What?" He said, innocently smiling at her.

"Meanie!" She glared.

He smirked. "Ah but alas no matter what they are, any words sound beautiful when coming from you."

She sat there a moment. "I just won't speak. Ha! There!"

"Ah but I can still get you to smile, and that's good enough!"

She looked at him, clearly trying her best not to smile and laugh. He grinned. "Stress?"

"Hmm?"

She was grinning like a lunatic, still trying to not laugh and now failing to hide her smile.

"You forgot."

She tilted her head in a silent 'what?' He moved closer, whispering. "I know your weakness!"

She gave him a confused look, but started laughing as he pulled her over and started tickling her sides. "I-Iskall-!! S-Stop!"

He smiled. "Neverrrr!!"

She punched his arm, still laughing and now crying a little. "You- you jerk!! I'm gonna pee my-myself!!"

He stopped and laughed, the victim quickly retreating to their previous spot.

Iskall chuckled. "Ah, I love the new look! 'I nearly peed myself because Iskall is soooooo amazing and funny' really does suit you."

She giggled. "Hey, sorry I didn't realize that a grown man decided to try and kill me after claiming that he was a king of some sort." He rolled his eyes. "Oh come on Stress, you should expect nothing less of me. And it's a grown toddler to you!"

They both laughed at that for a bit, before the fox started to get antsy- And not in the playful and energetic way.

Iskall sighed. "Well I believe that Cinnamon needs to do it's uh.. it's business."

"Oh." Stress nodded. "Well in that case, may I escort you out?"

Iskall smiled and nodded, offering out an arm like a proper gentleman. "Of course you may, mademoiselle."

She smiled, taking his arm as they walked out a king, maiden-queen, and furry with a full bladder.