>Mikey gives (you) a long rant about honesty, integrity, and timing
>gets increasingly flustered and angry talking about how everything needs to be just right
>finally she pulls out a bouquet of flowers
>turns out she's pissed because she wanted to make the first move
>"I'm supposed to take the lead. I'm the guardian angel!"
>Mikey insists you take the flowers
>and insists you give her a chaste kiss on the cheek as thanks
>and keeps on insisting
>"I am taking you on a date. You will wear something casual, as we are going to be taking a walk in the park. Remember to comb your hair. We will be getting ice cream so no sweets beforehand."
>she sounds like an officer giving orders
>but her wings are fluttering like crazy and she can't stop her tail from twitching as she flies off to get ready
>Mikey flits about the apartment, humming old marching tunes while taking care of some chores
>(you) and her usually split the work but she said you have to shower and shave
>"It's important to look presentable for a date. It shows how seriously you're taking it, as well as how much effort you're willing to put in for your partner."
>by the time you're done with your shower and shave she's waiting outside the bathroom
>you make surethe towel around your waist is firmly affixed
>Mikey just laughs
>"Don't be so ashamed. It's nothing I haven't seen before."
>what?
>"What? Forget it. Now come here."
>she sets you in front of the mirror and starts combing your hair
>"You always miss this cowlick."
>Mikey seems satisfied after a few minutes
>she finishes off by running her fingers through your hair gently
>"Good. You look good."
>then she gives you a brush
>"Now, it is my turn. Be thorough. I want to look my best."
>(you) brush Mikey for half an hour
>you told her you thought she looked amazing without the brushing
>"Hmph. J-just brush my fur already."
>you do as she says
>until it's glossy and soft and shiny
>and then you keep brushing because Mikey's closed her eyes and leans into your hand every time you brush her
>you start patting her head with your other hand
>her fur is always so soft
>Mikey seems to be in a trance
>she even lets you hold her ears to brush them
>she never lets you touch the ears
>on your fifth pass around with the brush she sniffs and twitches
>"What time is it?"
>you dunno
>you're entranced by Mikey's fur like you're entranced by her brushing
>"Anon."
>suddenly the brush is in her hand not yours
>"We have lost track of time. We are going to be late. You cannot spend all day brushing my fur."
>but you like brushing Mikey's fur
>"I...liked it very much too. But we have a date. You have agreed to keep your promises."
>yeah she's got you there
>can't break a promise
>Mikey shoos you to go get dress
>"You must hurry up now, or we will be late."
>she chews her lip as she hovers in your bedroom doorway
>"If you are fast enough perhaps there will be time for one more brush."