On a stroll. (HIATUS)

Beneath his hand, the petite girl MELTED. It felt… rewarding, like she was a DOG getting praised. Her cheek briefly leaned into the palm, adressing the man with tender eyes. ❛ –– Asking that while GENTLY touching me, of course I’ll give you that price. What could it POSSIBLY be? ❜

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      “Maybe being a little more FRIENDLY will prevent people from being terrified of you.” He says with his trademark grin. “However considering on who you are… I don’t think that’s possible.”

   A BORING DAY would at least be a safe day for everyone else on this damn isle. And quite honestly, Rock didn’t need any of this guy’s crap, right now– Not when fishing needed to be done before the day was over. But, with a BORED ORCA mostly likely came a WHINY ASS ORCA. Did he need this? No he didn’t, never ever. A thought that would cross his mind every single damn day. TRUE PEACE, what was that, even? Only ever a reality when he was actually on his own. Cigarettes and beer– that’s all the company this penguin really needed. 

   But, anyway, he wasn’t going to turn back and head back into his house, then. No, he would come forward, fishing pole once in hand. Actually hoping then that maybe, just MAYBE. He would stay quiet for this afternoon while he got on with this task.

   “And I’m pretty fucking sure everyone smells you.”

Everyone smelled him? I mean sure he did eat today and almost got his suit all bloodied up but he didn't smell that bad, did he? No matter, Idate didn't care for that. It was just his 'friend'. Should he call him a friend? He's the only one that tolerates him on a somewhat daily basis so is that a friend? Has Idate EVER had a friend? DId he even care for them? At least he didn't have to put out his cigarette for a battle. He placed the cancer back onto his lips.