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Ariana: Oh, hey.

*Gator looks suprised.*

Ariana: I'm s-so sorry.

"Nah, it's fine."

Ariana: Really?

"Ye."

Ariana: I mean, you probably don't like me back, since we just met.

"Fair..."

Ariana: But is it fine? If we, ya know, go on a teensie little date?

"Ah...I guess so..."

Ariana: Alright, cool. Where?

"Alright..."
*He mumbles to himself.*

Ariana: *her tail slowly wagged.*

"?"

Ariana: *She held her tail, blushing a deep red.*

"What happened to you, comrade? You're glowing red and I ain't a doctor, but that is definitely bad for you..."

Ariana: It's-It's a blushing, c-cause of my tail.

"O-Oh..."

Ariana: It m-means I'm happy, but for me it only wags when I'm in lov...

"!"

Ariana: Her eyes went wide, slowly turning to look him in the eyes.

"Yo."

Ariana: Name's Ariana.

"I am Gator."

Ariana: Also, I don't think that you're supposed to use a cigar like that.

"Well, maybe they shouldn't be so damn chewy."

Ariana: Just get some gum.

"Neh."

Ariana: Why not?

"Gum tastes horrible to me."

Ariana: I bet there's cigarette flavored gum somewhere.

"This is a cigar."

Ariana: Same thing.

"..."

Ariana: Also, pretty sure it's a choking hazard. *She tiptoed and pat his cheem.*

"Ah...als-what are you doing."

Ariana: Consider it affection.

"...what is'affection'?"

Ariana: basically I'm showing fondness.

"I did not know what affection was before today."

Ariana: Cool, consider it me liking you.

"No idea. I have never been on a date before..."

Ariana: Me neither..we can do it at your house.