pafp HEY MR. RAGER / jokes

( ) The day winds to a close, the westward sky painted with red as the sun descends. Many are beginning to settle down, chatting with friends over dinner or sharing tongues. But not Honeybee. Buzzing with energy, the scarred tom flits from group to group, nosily inquiring about their conversations. He never stays in one place for long, however, his eyes catching sight of another discussion nearby which he quickly scurries off to.

He's in the middle of falsifying a grandiose story of how he lost his tail, which he was actually born with, to a cluster of wide-eyed kittens when movement in the corner of his vision catches his attention. Honeybee's head snaps around, his focus landing on a tom who he knows as Lightning. The guy's sitting by himself with a sullen expression, which is typical for Lightning. Honeybee's whiskers twitch, his head cocking to one side. The kits are begging for him to continue his story, but he's already got his eyes set on a new mission; make Lightning crack a smile.

They've never seen him smile. Isn't that weird?

"Sorry, kids, I've gotta go! Important business!" Honeybee shouts over their shoulder as they trot away, leaving behind the gaggle of disappointed children who groan.

"Hey, wanna hear a joke?" The cinnamon-furred tom asks as they plop down right next to Lightning, grinning from ear to ear. They don't even wait for an answer before they continue. "What did the left eye say to the right eye? ... Between you and me, something smells!" Oh, they're proud of that one! That has to get Lightning to smile. Their stubby tail twitches, watching Lightning closely for any sign of amusement.