>you ask Mikey on another date
>she crosses her arms and taps her foot
>so cute
>you ask Mikey to take you on another date
>"I planned on it, Anon."
>you suggest the renaissance fair
>she likes history so much it would be fun
>you could even wear that cool armor she got you
>"In public?"
>you don't see why not
>"Oh no. There is no reason why not. That is just normal armor. You can wear it."

>Be Anon
>Expected Mikey to kinda shift her view to others as some kind of noble warrior
>She doesn't, she grabs her divine armor which gleams in the Lord's rays
>At the Ren fair she keeps boasting her historical prowess, explaining many battles from the first Hebrew battles to the Catholic crusades
>As you're walking around a very scantily and skimpy dressed young woman comes up to you, she's dresses like a priestess of some kind
>Keeps getting close and kind of follows you around
>She finally calls you over and gets closer, telling you she digs the armor and to ditch your "sister" for a bit
>You try to politely decline and back off a bit
>Your pleas fall on deaf ears as you're not a very social person
>"Anon! What are you doing!?"
>oshitohfuckshesgonnakickyourass
>You stutter out that you're sorry
>"That's not important! What's important is this...this...HARLOT'S attire!"
>The woman brushed her off saying to stop role-playing and to let her brother (you) have fun
>"Bro...brother!? That's my boyfriend you shameless whore!"
>You're both stunned, even Mikey places a hand around her mouth
>The woman is enraged, and tries to walk up to Mikey
>uhoh
>The woman stops and backs away, suddenly fearful and quickly apologizes then runs off
>You look back at Mikey and realize she's radiating a very frightening aura
>She looks at you and looks scared, the feeling of fear is gone 
>You walk up to her and she apologizes, saying she shouldn't have acted so rash
>You apologize as well and you both hug it out
>You both go on about the fair normally
>Except...
>That sentence lingers in your mind
>"...boyfriend..."
>Mikey would never outright state it like that unless she meant it
>Look down at her and see she's enjoying some fresh celery sticks
>You're the luckiest guy in the world

>Mikey and you try to enjoy the rest of the ren fair
>she keeps pointing out historical inaccuracies
>"A German sallet? With tenth century style chain?"
>you just smile and nod
>and hand her some honey roasted nuts you bought
>thankfully she brought two big jugs of water for a whole day of walking around in armor and eating salty snacks
>you don't know where she keeps them but it's a relief when you take a break
>you watch the juggling acrobatics show
>Mikey flutters her wings
>"I could do flips like that for you, Anon. I simply do not wish to upset the performers."
>she'll definitely give you an air show when you get home
>then you get to the games
>"How many prizes would you like, Anon?"
>as much as she can win you guess
>shouldn't have said that
>the knife toss, the archery range, whack-a-knave
>her fluffy hands are a blur as she aces every one
>you're left with an armful of stuffed animals
>then you come to the main attraction
>the strongman game
>"You have been training very hard, Anon. You can do it."
>you're nudged up to the front of the line
>you pick up the hammer
>three tries
>first one you heave it up, and your hand slips
>whump
>you make a little divot in the dirt
>you growl and try again
>this time you hit the target as hard as you can
>the roller gets about halfway up the board then falls down with a disappointing clink
>you step back from the game and sigh
>still not good enough
>there's a rush of wings at your back
>Mikey's voice tickling your ear
>"I believe in you, Anon."
>you step forward again
>reinvigorated
>and grip the hammer
>it feels half as heavy as before
>you heave it up
>and down smack dab in the middle of the target
>the bar clangs
>the roller whirs
>and DING!
>it hits the gong so hard it echoes over the entire fair
>"Winner!"
>the barker cries
>you get your pick of prizes
>only one choice
>you grab a little stuffed knight with a sword and shield
>and you give it to Mikey
>the perfect gift for your girlfriend

>Mikey offers to carry all your stuffed animals
>she somehow fits them all in a pocket or something on her robe
>you still hold on to your favorite, a little stuffed rabbit
>it's brown like Mikey, but lacks her white spots
>still feels nice to have it poking out of the authentic leatherwork pouch on your back
>the two of you wander around the fair for a while
>checking out shops and stalls
>but with Mikey hovering over your shoulder you don't have a chance to pick something out for her
>nothing you'll keep a secret anyways
>as you walk down one row of stalls Mikey grabs your shoulder plate and points toward a wide open pavilion in an open field where a crowd was gathered
>"What's going on down there?"
>you look closer
>it looks like they have some sort of dance
>"We are going."
>huh?
>but you still have a few shops
>"Anon. We are going dancing."
>yes
>you are going dancing with Mikey
>Mikey practically drags you to the pavilion by the tabard
>there's some lively music going and a crowd of people are dancing in pairs to a band of minstrels
>one of the minstrels is using an electric keyboard
>Mikey takes the lead
>at first it's awkward cause you have to lean down to reach her hands
>but then she flaps her wings and hovers at chest height
>and then a little higher so you look up to her
>she takes your hand and then puts her other hand on your waist
>"I will lead. This dance is a Basse."
>you have no idea what that means
>but Mikey is easy to follow along with
>with her feet hovering off the ground you can't step on her toes
>"One-two-three, four-five-six. One-two-three, four-five-six."
>you do your best to move your feet in time
>you stumble once or twice but Mikey just smiles and encourages
>"It's okay. I have a little more practice at this."
>the plucking strings come to a crescendo and Mikey spins you around one last time
>then suddenly she dips you
>you cling onto Mikey so you don't fall
>but she holds you up easily
>armor and all
>for a moment the world fades away
>you're not in the middle of a field in the summer heat in a crowd
>it's just you and Mikey
>and Mikey's everything
>she's the light, and the music, and the warmth
>her eyes sparkle
>when she lifts you back up you can't hold back from kissing her
>a simple brush
>your lips meet her
>her fur gently tickling your skin
>Mikey stiffens and frowns
>oh no
>you messed it up
>you went too far
>she's going to hate you
>what were you thinking
>oh no
>no no no
>she's still angry
>"Anon."
>why do you ruin everything?
>"I was supposed to kiss you."
>you blink
>and then she kisses you back
>it's just as brief
>but more forceful
>and then she draws back with a sigh
>her wings are fluttering
>Mikey shivers and gently lowers to the ground
>her eyes are still shining
>"This has been lovely, Anon."

>you finish the day at the food stalls
>you go with a classic giant turkey leg
>after getting Mikey's permission to ruin your diet
>"Very well. Since it is a special occasion."
>Mikey got the salad
>while you're eating she fiddles with something under her robe
>when the meal is done and you stand to go she stops you
>"Anon."
>you ask her what's up
>"There is one thing I wanted to give you. Here."
>from under her robe Mikey pulls a new tabard
>this one is different from the white and red one you're wearing
>the main color is blue, the same soft blue of her robe
>and on it is the symbol of a hare on its hind legs
>the hare is green
>the same green as her eyes
>it's perfect