breaking backbones

It is the worst. [having spotted the gate that leads to the back of the enclosure, he briefly glances up to them when Nate comments] They look kind of stoned to be honest… So do you want to go in?

[brows pinch together, but he nods] Cute stoned, though. Sure! But, like, won't we get thrown out or somethin'? I don't think the ~public~'s allowed back there and if we get banned from the zoo I'll prolly cry for years.

Je ne parle pas Français. Only by sound, grew up in Newark, New Jersey. Nothing french about that. [gives Nate a ‘pity me’ look. Walking over to the Koala enclosure he looks around for a gate, or the keeper.] I love all the flavors except for mint. And if you ran I’d just hunt you down then really kill you.

[flounders, lost for a moment before ultimately nodding gravely, clapping a hand on his shoulder] I'm so sorry you had to go through that, New Jersey's the worst, probably. [awws as soon as the koalas come into view, pressing against the glass (?)] Whoa, look at how cute these lil guys are! Their eyes are kinda scary but the rest of them... woooow.

Wonderful! You’re doing a great service to humanity and for koalas. [grins keeping up with Nate] I’m Marcel. Nice to meet you amigo Nate. [hour long montage plays of them walking to the zoo and getting distracted on the way and having so many adventures and falling in love with Nicki Minaj playing in the background] We’ll have to get ice-creams after our scientific discovery. 

Yeah!! I'm sure the koalas'll see me as their hero. Nice to meet you, amigo Marcel! You sound, like, really French. [same but i'm not as witty as bacon so w/e; humming in delight at the mention of ice cream] Oh man that sounds really good. But only if you like a good flavor, otherwise I'm running away.

Don’t be scared! It’s for science! To see how ferocious a Koala is. You should let me. You would, so let’s go to the zoo already! 

Man, you make a great case! I guess it's happening. [nods, content and starts in the direction of the zoo]  Oh, I'm Nate, by the way. What's your name, amigo?

I don’t know about that. We should do some tests, let’s go to the Zoo and I’ll get a Koala and throw it at you to see if it gets agitated enough to attack you.

Yeah, sure! But, like, only the part where we go to a zoo 'cause that last part sounds pretty scary, actually. Great idea, stranger! If you're plannin' on killing me I'll look like a dummy.

Do they? I wouldn’t think so. How would they sit the exam and tests to become a certified bear?

Like any other bear, obvi. Just 'cause they're small and cute doesn't mean they can't be fEROCIOUS!!

Why would it be illegal? Well, I think the trifling comes in when they add the hormones, it’s not… [after a second of thought, he grabs Kirby’s hand and starts off toward the north side of the base] Come on, we’re sneaking out. You need to see something and taste something else right now, it can’t wait for us to get day passes.

Because good food is good food...? Like, that's all that matters. I'll argue this 'til I'm on my deathbed, man. [drags his feet at first, eventually catching up in pace] ...Alright, but if you're taking us to a slaughterhouse or some weird shit like that I'm gonna give you the sternest look.

Not unless you’re prepared to raise your own chickens. 

I think that's illegal. But good food isn't supposed to be trifled with either way, it's like an unspoken law.

Yeah girl, never be embarrassed with me. [pushes her back against the wall, pulling her shirt up with the hand not in her bloomers and tugging down the cup of her bra to latch his mouth over her nipple, sliding his tongue over it. Groans as she relives him of his pants, dick twitching its way to hard and he pulls his hand free long enough to ease down her zipper, shoving her jeans off her hips to get better access to the sex beneath them, easing a finger between her lower lips to stroke across the bud of nerve, complete arousal heightening hers]

I need to get off this base.

...First chicken nuggets and now regular chicken? Is nothing sacred????

Well, maybe you just need to find the right thing to fill the void. [lust rising, it’s maybe influencing the girl, but either way, Kip’s thankful and he takes the invitation to boldly slide his hand past the open button and into her underwear, fingers resting against her lips and presses his mouth to hers] No need, baby. This way’s a lot more fun, I promise. 

Yeah, maybe. [her own lust spikes in tandem, hips already rolling against the digits in her panties, returning the kiss just as vigorously] Hope so. Otherwise it'd be pretty embarrassing. [slips her hands downwards, hands ghosting over Kip's thighs before tugging down his pants]

At least that’s not a mediocre Britney discography. But I understand impulse, for sure; they’re hard to deny. …Here’s hoping my name’s not on it. [laughs and hooks a finger in her waistband] I am, what better way to find out what you’re really thinking, how you’re really feeling, then to just go for it? Also you’re ridiculously hot and I can’t really help myself. You’re not gonna reject me and make me regret it are you?

It's just as lame though, unfortunately. Yes, exactly! I'm a complete sucker when it comes to shopping, I guess. [thumbs the button on the front of her jeans, sliding them down only far enough to show some skin and the hem of her panties, faking a sigh] I won't reject you this time. But only because you make it seriously difficult to play hard to get.

Well, you won’t be able to trick me now that I know. True, but maybe he’ll be dead when you’re old so the title of best old man will be free for you to take. …Yeah, I just picked it up for the sake of it really. Jack in the Box it is. [walks Owen like the dog he is to the nearest disgusting American fast food chain called Jack in the Box that has too much oil and is obviously a part of the Illuminati. He pushes the door open for Owen to walk inside.]

I wouldn't wanna prank you anyways, that'd be stone cold and you don't seem like a bad guy? No way, he'll never die, that's a terrible thing to say. He's Morgan Freeman. [follows him into the heavenly* American Jack in the Box, stomach growling as he checks the menu] Make 'em give us one of everything. And like three of their sourdough cheesesteak melts. 

You can never have enough cold, hard cash, though. Much prettier than any knick-knack and infinitely more satisfying. Nope; you won’t name him Jimmy. [smiles and steps closer, gesturing absently to the button of her jeans] Well, I’d go really slow if I need to, just sort of ease my way in. 

Yeah, until you find the next thing you need to buy on some British girl's Etsy shop. Sure I will. You'll get a copy of the birth certificate when it happens. Oh-- wow, you're just goin' right for it, aren't you? [slaps his hand light enough to do exactly nothing] You're lucky you're so charming, otherwise I'd be so skeeved right about now. 

Not really. Just say what you mean and mean what you say. It’s just honesty with out all the bullshit. [he smiled and extended his hand] Cyrus Hirst, pleasure.

Without sparing emotions, yeah; you're good at it, from the looks of things. [shakes his hand] Great to meet you.

Sweetheart, angel, light of my life, you could have buyer’s satisfaction instead. So many replacements for remorse, it’s unreal. [scoffs] It is not a cute name, it’s a dated and bland name. [purses his lips in thought, tapping them with a finger] I’m spontaneous and up for anything. For instance, if you were to drop your pants right now, I would hop right into them.

[rolls her eyes at the pet names] You can only be satisfied with so many knick-knacks before they lose their appeal. ...Ouch, tell me how you really feel! Just don't tell that to my firstborn. [laughs, cocking her head] Really? They're pretty tight already, I don't know if you'd fit.