Tony the tiger pov
I was stocking the shelves at my jop at the Toys-r-us. It was boring work, but it was better than working at the RainFurrest convention back in 2007. Some guy dressed as a vaporeon tried to sell me cocaine, it was insane.
I was snaped out of my boredom indused daze when I spotted a queer (in both definitions) looking individual. He appeard to be browsing the LOL dolls, a popular collectable. I was charmed by his appearence, something there was mysterious and whismical about him, but also intimitading.
I pulled my gaze away and got back to the task at hand, wishing I had the courage to speak to him. But at that moment, an idea formed in my mind, one so simple yet so perfect. I rummged around in my pocket looking for somthing, when I felt a small peice of paper. I retrieved the item from my pocket, as well as my Gaylord hotel pen from behind my ear and jotted down my phone number.
Just as I click my pen closed I hear someone approach me. "Hello there, I am hisoka..."
'Oh shit oh fuck its him what do i do???' I panic internally. I turn to face him and greet him in the way I usually greet customers.
His face was red, like tomato red, like I've been constipated on the toilet for three hours red, it was so red that I worred for his healt for a moment. My worried faded the second I remembered the paper in my hand, prioties of course.
I handed it to him with as much rizz as I could muster, and I'd say I nailed it seeing as he was awestruck. I chatted with him for moment longer and then watch as he skipped away to pay for his goods. What an individual.
I glance at him from afar as he checks out his LOL doll. Shaking my head I go back to my work, I doubt he'll call me...
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Hisoka x Tony the tiger
Fanfictionmy otp frfr /j This fic is rated m for mamma mia Don't ask why the cover is a twinkie its tge only image I had My dignity, sanity and shame had to be euthanized to write this.
