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The mouse realized what was happening when Thackery eyed him after finishing the lyrics.

Oh...

He laughed nervously, "Oh. Um..." He shifted in his seat. Mally had feelings for the hare. He didn't know when or how they started. He kind of woke up one day, saw the hare walk by and just fell for him.

He was positive it's because of the way he looked when he played music. He wasn't this shy little hare anymore. He was just...Thackery.

Mally wasn't really awesome at expressing his emotions. In fact, he hardly ever told anyone how he really felt. So he'd have to rely on music for this one...

He began. Notes flying across the fret board.

"I want you to want me..."

When Mally was finished with the song, he didn't know what to do. 

He b-lined it for the door without looking at the hare and headed straight for his room, his heart pounding. He had know idea what to do. He put his guitar back once he got in his room and just laid on his bed and stared up at the ceiling.

Mally pushed the door open to the tea room, guitar in…

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Mally felt a shift in the air as Thackery began to sing. He didn't know what it was or why it was happening. It was just...different.

He thought for a moment, "Um." He began. "Lovin' is what I got. I said remember that. Lovin' is what I got. I said remember that." This was one of Mally's favorite songs. The kind of song you can sit and stare up at the ceiling and listen to all day. Playing the guitar, especially playing this song, put the mouse into a sort of haze.

The door knob to the tea room jiggled as Tarrant glided on in.

The cup...

Tarrant went straight for the garbage can; he knew, he always knows. He picked the pieces from the trash, shook his head at Mally and waltzed out. 

"Well. He seems broken up." Mally winked at the hare as he laughed at his own joke.

Mally pushed the door open to the tea room, guitar in…

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Mally milled over the songs he knew while the hare was gone.

"Try to keep up, I guess." Mally wasn't sure if the hare knew this song, but he was pretty positive he did.

They had the same musical chemistry in this small setting that they do out on the stage, and Mally kind of enjoyed that. They got to the chorus and something inside Mally made him begin to sing along. "Because maybe, you're gonna be the one that saves me. And after all, you're my wonderwall..." he began to trail off. 

Mally came to his senses and stopped. "Uh...s-sorry." The mouse shook his head and knocked back a cup of tea. "You pick a song now." He smiled at Thackery.

Mally pushed the door open to the tea room, guitar in hand.

No one was there and that’s how Mally liked...

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I'm open for business.

"Sup." Mally winked.

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"So...if I told you that I broke a tea cup...what would happen? Hypothetically speaking, of course." Mally smiled a big smile.

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Mally was always fascinated by the way Thackery played with his ears. 

"Not really practicing...just playing, I guess. Sometimes I forget that other people can walk in here too." He lauged to himself.

Thackery mention his bass and Mally thought about it for a second. Did he want to play with someone else right now?

"Uh...sure." He smiled.

Mally pushed the door open to the tea room, guitar in hand.

No one was there and that’s how Mally liked it.

He poured himself a cup of tea and sat down to play his precious instrument. Each note danced in his mind and...

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"It was only an accident, Thack." Mally rolled his eyes. He knew he made a mistake and he didn't need a reminder. The hare handed him a cup, "Thanks." Mally really just wanted to finish playing guitar but he know he had to be nice. He poured himself some tea and sat on the couch.

"You excited for the show?" Mally wasn't good at small talk. Hell, he wasn't very good at any kind of talk. But he wanted to try for Thack. He enjoyed the hare's company. 

Mally pushed the door open to the tea room, guitar in hand.

No one was there and that’s how Mally liked it.

He poured himself a cup of tea and sat down to play his precious instrument. Each note danced in his mind and his fingers glided over the fret board. Mally loved when he could just sit...

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Mally ~OPEN~

Mally pushed the door open to the tea room, guitar in hand. 

No one was there and that's how Mally liked it. 

He poured himself a cup of tea and sat down to play his precious instrument. Each note danced in his mind and his fingers glided over the fret board. Mally loved when he could just sit and play; he felt more like himself when he played then he did at any other time. 

He reached for his tea without looking and knocked the cup off the table. In almost slow motion, Mally watched the cup hit the floor and shatter.

His stomach fell into his feet.

Tarrant is gonna kill me....

He looked for the guitar stand he kept in the room and leaped to set his guitar down. Mally heard a voice outside that he couldn't make out... Could it be Tarrant?

Just as Mally dove for the floor to pick up the pieces of the broken cup, the door swung open.