Raptors woke up, yawning gently as he sat up, his eyes feeling heavy. He looked over at his bedside table, seeing it was 7 in the morning. "Ugh...might as well get up," he mumbled, throwing the covers off of his body. 

He went downstairs to make himself a cup of coffee. "Good morning," a female voice said. "Morning...." Raptors replied, pouring the water into the coffee maker. He paused and looked at who he had just said good morning. It was...her.

"Why are you in my house?!" he yelled, jumping back a bit. "Sorry, I was just returning this," Madoka said, holding his scarf. "I found it this morning and wanted to return it." "...Uh, thanks?" he said, hesitantly taking the scarf. "Why didn't you just leave it by the door? And how did you get in?" "Oh, your window was wide open, I actually just walked in," she said, scratching her head. "Anyways, cya." She went to leave, but Raptors grabbed her. "Wait a second. I have some more questions," he told her, before realizing he was holding her hand, then let go quickly. "Sorry..." 

She looked at him, confused. "Why are you apologizing? I practically broke in," she told him, her hands on her hips. "I... never mind, I wanted to ask about last night...the things you said, did you really mean them?" he asked, which made her smirk a bit. "You mean when I called you a cutie?" Raptors nodded, feeling a little awkward. "Well duh, it's not like I just call everyone cute, only people who are," she said, winking at him. 

"You better not just be leading me on..." Raptors said, sounding a little annoyed. "Dude, relax, I'm no ho, if it bothers you I'll stop, but I only speak the truth my dear Raptors," Madoka said, crossing her heart. "Alright...I have stuff to do, so..um..." 

"Need me to go?"

"I don't mean to be rude, I-"

Madoka grabbed his hand and kissed it, smiling warmly. "I understand, maybe we can hang out later, I'll be chilling with Shadow. Oh, and here's this," she told him, slipping a piece of paper in his hand, then waved, and left the house. Raptors blinked a bit. 'No way any of this is real...' he thought to himself. "It is!" Madoka yelled from outside, walking along with the trees in the shade. 

Raptors looked down at the paper, seeing it was a set of numbers. "Her...number..." He blushed softly, feeling his face heating up. He covered his face a bit. "Stop, she's just...I dunno, a fan? Weird that she came into the house, but...Err! I need to stop."

Raptors huffed and went to get ready to make another video, setting up the camera and microphone. He had work to do and hoped the thought of Madoka didn't distract him.

Too bad that's all was on his mind right now...