[Blind Date] Miimoo & Moochi

Amongst the wines and dracquiris lining the tables of the blind date event was now a glass or two of rose and strawberry flavored milk, extracted fresh every morning from farm grown organic milkweed. The milk lacks the mood-affecting poisons of a nice glass of alcohol, a much appreciated thing in the realm of dating and anxiety, but Moochi swears by her product none-the-less. There aren't any actual aphrodisiacs in the milk - but the results are just as potent.

“One sip,” she swears, finger over her lips. “And you’ll be waking up in your lover’s bed covered in lipstick before you know it.” She places a glass of pretty pink milk down in front of the two strangers and soon to be lovers at the table in front of her and saunters off to find another table in need of refreshment. What she finds instead is a lone bun, sitting at a table by himself, splotched in black and white spots much like her own ears. The poor thing looks… terrified, almost. Much too quiet and shaking in his seat with his ears tucked around him and several, equally anxious-faced, spirits swirling around his horn and head.

Now… Moochi didn’t plan to do any meeting of her own here tonight - but she can hardly resist the call of someone looking so pitiful and out of sorts. She sets her last glass of pink milk down in front of the bun. “Mind if I sit and talk to ya a while?” she asks, voice light and milky itself, with the twang of a southburrow accent. 

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Miimoo was definitely out of his element. Being a naturally shy and timid bun didn’t help him at all, especially this time of year with all the other buns mingling. He couldn’t deny the fact that he felt lonely though, having always struggled to make friends due to his introverted nature. Miimoo had pushed himself to come out to explore the blind dates in an effort to put himself out there, but once again he was too shy to actually go up to the booth and get a date. He sat at a table in a corner, feeling quite dejected. Once again his cowardly nature had gotten the better of him. Feeling quite sorry for himself, tears begin welling up in his eyes until a kind voice broke him from his little pity party.

“Eep!” Miimoo nearly jumped out of his seat. Quivering, he looks up to see a taller bun with a sweet-looking face, “A-are you talking to me…?” His spirit motes quivered as he nervously nodded, “Y-yes, i-if you’re okay with me that is…!”

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Moochi giggles. She can’t help it. The shy little bun staring up at her is just… adorable. It’s obvious, however, that he’s just about spooked right out of his horns, from the big ol’ terrified eyes to his motes that tremble and shake to either side of his body - almost as bad as the bun himself is shaking. Moochi lifts up a finger to gesture just one second. She sets her tray down, steps away from Moochi’s table, and poofs from her human doll form to her own small, mamoo-spotted bun form. Now in her much less intimidating look, she collects a glass of pink milk from her tray for the other bun, hops up into the chair opposite him, and sets the glass across the table for his enjoyment.

The spotted bun props her head up over the tips of her front hooves, staring across the table at Miimoo. Her eyes are squinted slightly in a contented… motherly, almost, sort of happy smile. “Now, why in the world wouldn’t I be okay with ya, darling?” she says, in that same husky drawl as before. “What makes ya sit over here all by yourself? Heck. I just passed by a group of buns at the bar whose dates all stood em up! Seems like they’re gonna make the most out of their night together - if ya catch my meaning.” She pauses to wink at Miimoo, put her hoof over her mouth and nose, and laugh into it.

“Sorry, sorry. I’m Moochi! That milk right there is right offa my own farm and factory… A cute lil’ bun like you must have a cute name themselves, right?”

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Miimoo looked at her in surprise as the other transformed back into her bun form. She had lovely spotted fur just like he did! He looks at the glass of pink milk in front of him, and back to the other, gesturing ‘for me?’ 

“A-ah, nice to meet you Moochi,” Miimoo bowed his little head, his spirit motes bowing in tandem, “I-i’m Miimoo..! Thank you for the milk! I’m just shy… this is the first year I’ve managed to work up the courage to come out for the Matentines festivities, but I-i got a little too nervous to sign myself up for a blind date…” Miimoo shakily takes a sip of the milk, accidentally getting too big of a mouthful, and choking slightly. He coughs, wiping his mouth with his little hoof. “The milk is delicious, t-thank you! F-from your farm? That’s amazing! W-would you tell me more about your farm?” Miimoo held his breath, that was a good conversation opener right? Hopefully Moochi wouldn’t find him too dull.

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Moochi nods in return to Miimoo’s gesturing, her low lidded eyes still finding a way to twinkle with delight as he scoops up the glass, tips it back, and takes a tip of the milk. Why… she could just smooch the mustache it leaves behind right off of him! Her tail does a lazy swish behind her, waving around with her delight at watching the bun that looks so similar to her enjoy her treat.

“Aww… You’re in luck then, Miimoo! I’m going to be your blind date tonight,” she boasts proudly. “Of course… it ain’t so blind if you know I’m assigning myself to ya, but I’m sure ya still didn’t expect it! Hehe…” She reaches across the table, takes the milk glass, and sips from the other side of it herself. Gasp. An ALMOST indirect kiss. How scandalous.

“My farm…” she hums, giving the glass back. “Well… I’ve got acres and acres of milkweed growin’ as far as the eye can see. It’s a bit of a chore to pick it all, but I’m not a stranger to a combine harvester or two. You extract milk from the milkweed and then it goes up into my processing plant! There I pasteurize it and make sure it’s all nice and nasty for ya… or put a flavor in it! This here is flavored with rose and strawberries, the first ones of the harvesting season! Can taste the love in it, cantcha?”

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Miimoo lets out a tiny gasp as he watches Moochi take a swig of the milk. ‘Ah! My first indirect kiss?!’ He thinks, his cheeks flushing pink beneath his spotted fur. How did he get so lucky that this beautiful and kind bun has offered to be his date! Maybe the demon of good luck was really smiling down on him today! 

Miimo’s eyes widened in amazement as Moochi explained to him the process of making the milk she’s been carrying around. “Wow, that sounds incredible! I can definitely taste the rose and strawberries in the milk, it adds such a nice sweet and fruity flavour to the milk!” Miimoo decides to take a chance. After all, the cards are all set in his favour. A good conversation with a sweet and pretty lady, it’s now or never. “U-um! If you don’t mind… would I be able to visit your farm sometime to see how you produce your milk?” He blurts out, eyes shut and his spirit motes swirling in anticipation.

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The cards are set in his… flavor. Ah. Aha…

Moochi jumps in excitement. She plants both of her pink hooves on the table in front of her, pushes onto them, and looks at Moochi with big, shimmering eyes to contrast the nervous wobble in his own. She smiles wide, her nose scrunching up with joy, and her dewlap puffing up around her cheeks and over her chest and she wiggles. “Of course I don’t mind! I give tours all the time! Course, it would be a little bit of a special tour for you. Hm… I could pencil you in as soon as. Tonight! If you were interested of course,” she giggles. “Or tomorrow morning if you’d rather come down for breakfast. Fresh milk on me.”

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Miimoo nearly jumps, from both surprise and excitement. His first time asking another bun out and it was a success! Well, he didn't specifically ask her out but it was technically a success anyways! Miimoo nods furiously, “Of course, I’m free all evening! I-i would love to come for a special tour..! And maybe stay for tomorrow’s breakfast too?” Miimoo was surprised with how bold he was with that request, the old him would have never dared presumed the ‘special’ was implying anything of the intimate sort! Seeing the big smile on Moochi’s face was the only answer Miimoo needed. For the first time this evening, he broke out into a big, genuine smile, full of excitement for things to come. Taking her pink hoof in his, the two buns walked off towards Moochi’s farm for a night of new and exciting experiences.