100 ways

Brie and Todd: The tell-tale hand hold
It started out small. Really it was. Neither of them meant for it to reveal how they felt about one another, it just did.

On her way to meeting with Todd one day, Brie felt unhappy. She had just listened to a lecture from her mother and now she was struggling to keep herself together. She always felt this way after listening to her mother's lectures about a Koraki's conduct. She felt like she would never measure up. Brie was a disappointment.

This is how Todd found her. She was standing still, staring straight ahead, her wings dragging on the ground. Todd smiled a half smile as he made his way next to her. "You okay?" He asked. She shook her head, not even bothering to look at him.

Todd carefully took hold of her hand and gave it a small squeeze. That small action seemed to help her as she looked up at him, her eyes bright. He kissed her forehead softly, as she gave him a hug. "Thank you." She whispered.

The next day at lunch, Todd was a little blue. His mother had called him just so she could scream that she was out of cheese. He rested his head on his hand and listlessy stared at his food.

Brie noticed this, and perhaps forgetting where she was, walked over to him, setting her tray down. She took his hand and gave it a squeeze, before kissing his forehead softly. "Better?" She asked.

"Better." He whispered. The entire Castleterria was silent for about two seconds, then: "I KNEW IT!" Vixen yelled. Brie and Todd remembered suddenly where they were. "We're dead." Todd whispered. Brie groaned. "Oh yes we are."