Hi guys, I have a lot of free time all of a sudden and I'm going to make sure that I put up as many fics as I can. Here are a series of drabbles written in Twig's P.O.V. about getting Cowlquape to like him.

Twig

There are times when I feel as if I could jump into a lake and drown and Cowlquape still wouldn't notice me.

He spends most of his time reading barkscrolls or sitting quietly by himself; thinking, two activities that do not require human interaction.

Some days, I can only coax from him a few simple sentences while on others the two of us can have deep, uninterrupted conversations.

When we were walking through the streets of Sanctaphrax one day, one of his barkscrolls fell into the water.

It was his favorite and I knew this, so I dived deep into the water and pulled out the soggy barkscroll. It was not much use at the moment, but it would dry out eventually.

When I returned it to him, he seemed surprised and I thought he might smile at me or blush, like he sometimes did when I did something kind for him but instead, all the way home he lectured me on how dangerous that was.

We bickered late into the night and all I got was a simple "thank you Twig" at the end of our argument. No kiss, no blush, not even a smile! Just a thank you.

Oh Cowlquape, when will you realize that these small things you do tear such a large hole in my heart.

Of course, I would never tell him I had any feelings for him. No, I may have fallen head over heels in love with him but I would not look like a fool nor would I have our friendship ruined because of it.

I had actually thought that the reckless stunt would make him notice me more.

I had quick visions of Cowlquape, worrying over me when he saw how wet I was and Cowlquape spooning soup into my mouth when I fell ill the next day as I jumped off the bridge.

I had to figure out a way to make him like me.