Date, part 4
"Well, what is it?" Sylvester asked.
"About filming on Monday, we, um, only have a cameo." Tweety stated.
Sylvester just started to frown.
"Putty? Are you okay?" Tweety asked.
Sylvester started to open his mouth, and then closed it. Tweety noticed his eyes becoming shiny.
"I'm sorry. You can fly yourself home." Sylvester stated and then he got down on all fours and ran off.
"Sylvester? Sylvester!" Tweety shouted after him.
Sylvester just kept running. When he did stop it was in a back ally. Sylvester was accustomed to this environment.
"I am SICK of this!" Sylvester shouted. "All that work I do, and no one ever goes gaga for me! All I'm good for is to chase animals around and lose! That's it. That's all I'm known for, and all I'm good for." Sylvester broke down and started to cry.
"Don't cry, putty." Sylvester looked up to see Tweety on a trash can next to him. "When you cry I cry." Tweety stated.
"I'm sorry." Sylvester started.
"Don't be, I'm sorry. I had no idea my fame would cause you so much misery." Tweety stated.
"No, it's not your fault." Sylvester stated.
"No, no, I should have seen that…" Tweety was about to continue, when Sylvester gently grasped her.
"You don't need to apologize."
Sylvester kissed her on her beak, very passionately.
When they ran out of air, they broke it off and looked at each other with half lidded eyes.
"So, Monday?" Sylvester asked.
"Yeah, Monday." Tweety confirmed.