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Billy wasn't having the best day. He hadn't had much in the way of a good day since the mini that was sitting on his back had inexplicably decided she loved him. Eternally. All because he talked to her.

He thought visiting the ranger station would cheer him up. He could look for more electrical units to tear apart for one of the many projects he wanted to tackle. He'd even given a very good attempt at trying to tell the mini that the ranger station would be dangerous. She merely giggled.

Dressed in his customary overalls and glasses, the scientist--mini sitting on his back and running her paw over his blond hair--strolled in sight of the ranger station. Only to stop dead in his tracks. What in the world was a human doing here?

He thought momentarily of fleeing. There wasn't any way it could have spotted him yet. Except the sing song hums of the mini as she poked and prodded him made him decide it was time for drastic measures. Perhaps he could pawn the mini off or at least get some advice from it.

Giving his head a nod, he wandered forward. He sat down when he was in the human's line of sight and gave what sounded remarkably like a cough to garner his attention.

Pixie merely took a sit on his shoulders, undeterred from showing her affection for the nerdy otter.

Though she didn't exactly understand all of human language, she did recognize a few words. Enough to make out that he was calling the two of them a cute couple. She grinned, making an odd purring noises of contentment. "Cuuuute cooooouple!" she sung in reply giving her head a quick nod.

Billy winced, cringing, at both of them. He'd done a human language project in school and while he could understand them, he had yet to figure out how to talk back. He really needed to get on that human-to-otter translator he'd planned in fourth grade. He couldn't quite remember what had distracted him from that endeavor.

The bigger otter moved forward to look at the drawing with a critical eye, turning back and forth a good amount of times to observe. Overall he thought it was better than anything he could have drawn, blueprints were more his strong suit.

"I believe that you have incorrectly proportioned the trunk of the tree, especially taking in consideration the scale of the tree next to it," he replied before flushing. He hadn't taken into consideration that humans did not understand otters. He thought about trying to act it out, though acting wasn't his strong suit either, when he remembered why he'd approached the human in the first place. He instead placed a smile on his face and nodded.

Then as Pixie began to poke him in the cheek--he still hadn't figured out her obsession with poking things--he looked up Damshe. "Do you think you can endeavor to be an accomplice in ridding me of this--uh, exceptional mini?" Oh, right. He sighed putting on his best sad face and pointing at the mini. Maybe that would help.

Or make things worse. Upon hearing him call her exceptional, she gave a great big giggle and swooned forcing the scientist to reach up and grab tight to her. Oh bother.

The image seemed to mock him really, the more he stared with wide eyes and gaping mouth at the sketchy but obvious drawing. His fur seemed to turn pink at the idea being presented. It was completely improper and wrong and--he looked down to see Pixie had climbed down and was now holding his paw and humming what sounded like a very good wedding march.

He shook his head wildly, large glasses skewing and tilting to one side. "I do not under any circumstances agree to any such arrangement!" he stated--and while it was meant to be firm, it came out much more like a plea. He really didn't want to hurt the mini's feelings. He pulled his paw away, deciding once and for all to get away. Although the only way to do that was morphing and there would be two witnesses--damn Newton or Galileo or even Einstein!

Instead he walked up to sit beside the human. There was only one way to get over this communication block. He fixed his glasses and handed out his paws for the sketchbook and pencil.

Pixie, for her part, was singing, "Going to the chapel and we're gonna get married!"

Glad to see that his message was clearly received and followed, the male began to write in clear fashion, No. Then he pondered for a moment on how to explain. I would be much obliged if no such jokes were made. She already seems to believe that she loves me. I do not believe that she does, it is merely a chemical reaction in the brain that leads her to have a crush. It took a mite longer than expected to write out the message, writing instruments weren't exactly made for otters.

He turned the paper towards the human so that he could read his statement. Perhaps the man would be sympathetic and offer to help him. Although he had little clue of how to go about that either. He'd tried letting her down (or really pleading with her) and short of allowing someone to otternap her, he was at a loss. He gave a sigh, wishing one of Rita's monsters would appear to scare her away...

That might be an idea. Or maybe he could craft an old radio or something along those lines to work. She would surely fall in love with something that sang back!

The diagram was easily understood and yet all he could do was stare at the human. "Well, that's maddenly unhelpful. Now perhaps if she was a mythical vampire but I hardly think odorous breath is going to scare her off!" he sulked. He gave his head a shake declining to even consider the thought--for one he wasn't terribly fond of garlic (now if it'd been a guacamole cheeseburger...) and for two he wasn't about to go off to look for any.

No, his radio idea was a much better thought. He once again motioned for the sketchbook and pencil, once he had them he drew a rudimentary image of a radio and Pixie fawning over the thing--as his drawing was subpar he wrote the words, Could you find a radio? She might like that.

He handed both items back and came face to face with the very mini he was trying to get rid of. Surprised he gave a stuttered yelp, wondering where the mini got off being so darn stealthy. Throwing a pleading look at the human to hurry with his blue eyes, he was instantly smothered in hugs by the little thing.

No offense to the human, none at all, but why was it his luck to always run into those more inept than ept with whatever challenges he needed help with? He hung his head, giving in momentarily and returning the mini's hugs, while he once again wished he had another intellect about, even one who simply understood him would be swell. The woe is me party lasted a few seconds until he decided enough was enough.

All things considered, his idea was still the best they had--weddings and garlic-breath hardly counted--and he was just the otter to do it. As it called for the utmost urgency, he picked the mini up and deposited her to the side before rushing to the trashcans in the back. No rooting around this time, he went for the easy route--knocking them over and causing the contents to be spewed forth.

He surveyed the garbage, grasping hold of a rather small old discman, the headphones, and a backpack. He took his finds to the front and spread them out, rifling through his pockets for the things he needed. And then he set to work reconfiguring the discman's wiring a bit to make it more safe, before fixing it to the straps so that he could fit it on the mini's back. He'd have to charge the batteries he was sure, but perhaps this gift would allow her to see he wasn't so suited to be her groom.

Once he was finished, he beckoned Pixie over--who hadn't been far away to begin with--and fitted the new invention onto her. He pressed the one button and then slipped the headphones over her head--some modifications made them work rather well for her.

Pixie's eyes seemed to glaze over and he had to move out of the way quick as she started bouncing around to the upbeat music streaming through. She was singing at the top of her little lungs, "What is love? Baby, don't hurt me no more!" (How fitting...)

It seemed then that she paused and turned to look at Billy. She pulled the headphones from her head and fidgeted. "I think you're cute, and kind, and dashing in blue, but not to be mine!" She giggled a bit and gave him a hug, then put the headphones back on and darted off.

He blinked a bit, then began to laugh. All of that trouble and she left him so easily. He would have scurried off himself but the human had said to wait. It was the least he could do, let him know that everything had worked out for the best.

At least, Billy had the sense to look apologetic for all the trouble Damshe had apparently gone through. He decided to bend the truth a bit by excluding somethings, heading towards the forgotten sketchpad and pencil. He quickly jotted down that he had found a discman to give the mini who found that she did like it better than him--he made a mental note never to take up singing, for that would probably draw her back--and that everything was well.

He paused for a moment, I thank you for your assistance of showing Pixie that I was not a suitable match. It was a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I am sorry for any trouble we might have caused you. Best regards, Billy. He hoped that would suffice. He really did feel bad for forcing the human to go to such extreme measures. But he really did want to leave should the mini decide to return.

He placed both down, gave a nod of his head and a wave of his paw, then wandered off the same as he'd come. Minus one mini anyway.