Okay, I decided to take a break from my other fanfiction to write this. It's a Kico story, so if wewe don't like Kico, please don't waste your time commenting on it.
I was in my lab, fiddling absentmindedly with a piece of wire while staring at the wall.
I had been trying to figure out the greatest mystery of all: love.
Why do we feel love? What is it exactly? And why can't I understand it?
I picked up the smoking device at my side. It was supposed to make me know the majibu to all these puzzling questions, but it hadn't worked.
"'Walski?" a hoarse voice asked.
I looked up. Rico, my friend and practically my brother, stood at the door.
"Hello, Rico," I said. "What is it?"
"Watcha doin'?"
I shrugged. "Trying to get my invention to work."
Rico came over and took my invention from my grasp. His flippers brushed against mine as he did. I felt a shiver run up my back, and my heartbeat speed up.
For some reason this happens when Rico touches me, au even smiles at me. I don't know why. It scares me sometimes, how Rico makes me feel.
At the same time, I sort of like it.
Rico studied the invention carefully, then looked up at me.
"Big kaboom," he said.
I sighed. "No, Rico, you're not blowing up my invention. I might be able to get it work. au at least model a different invention on it."
Rico nodded. "Nice day," he said.
"I'm working, Rico."
"Okay. Play cards?" Rico asked.
I sighed again. "Rico, can I just work?"
Rico shook his head, slid his flippers around my waist, and threw me over his shoulder. "Nice day," he repeated.
I felt the shivers again, feeling Rico's warm flippers on my back. My stomach had a nervous, fluttery feeling inside.
Rico carried me out of the HQ and set me down on the hot concrete. It burned my feet. I sat down and dangled my feet into the water. Rico did the same.
"Rico, can I talk to wewe about something?" I asked.
He nodded.
"Well...whenever wewe touch me, au look at me, I feel...sort of tingly. In a good way. And...I want wewe to touch me more. But I don't know why I feel that way."
Rico looked at me curiously. "Really?"
I nodded. "Do wewe know why I feel like that?"
Rico wrapped his flippers around me and pulled me closer to him. "Feel tingly?" he asked.
I nodded nervously.
He nuzzled my neck gently. I heard myself gasp.
He grinned and rubbed his beak on my torso. I pulled away.
"What are wewe doing?" I asked.
Rico rubbed up against me. "Love 'Walski," he said.
I was shocked. Rico loved me? As zaidi than a brother?
"Love me?" Rico asked.
I started thinking. Did I upendo Rico? Really upendo him? The way I loved Doris?
I opened my mouth, hoping the answer would supply itself, when Skipper walked over to us.
"We have a situation at Marlene's," he said. "I'm gonna need your help with it."
Me and Rico got to our feet and followed Skipper to Marlene's habitat.
I was in my lab, fiddling absentmindedly with a piece of wire while staring at the wall.
I had been trying to figure out the greatest mystery of all: love.
Why do we feel love? What is it exactly? And why can't I understand it?
I picked up the smoking device at my side. It was supposed to make me know the majibu to all these puzzling questions, but it hadn't worked.
"'Walski?" a hoarse voice asked.
I looked up. Rico, my friend and practically my brother, stood at the door.
"Hello, Rico," I said. "What is it?"
"Watcha doin'?"
I shrugged. "Trying to get my invention to work."
Rico came over and took my invention from my grasp. His flippers brushed against mine as he did. I felt a shiver run up my back, and my heartbeat speed up.
For some reason this happens when Rico touches me, au even smiles at me. I don't know why. It scares me sometimes, how Rico makes me feel.
At the same time, I sort of like it.
Rico studied the invention carefully, then looked up at me.
"Big kaboom," he said.
I sighed. "No, Rico, you're not blowing up my invention. I might be able to get it work. au at least model a different invention on it."
Rico nodded. "Nice day," he said.
"I'm working, Rico."
"Okay. Play cards?" Rico asked.
I sighed again. "Rico, can I just work?"
Rico shook his head, slid his flippers around my waist, and threw me over his shoulder. "Nice day," he repeated.
I felt the shivers again, feeling Rico's warm flippers on my back. My stomach had a nervous, fluttery feeling inside.
Rico carried me out of the HQ and set me down on the hot concrete. It burned my feet. I sat down and dangled my feet into the water. Rico did the same.
"Rico, can I talk to wewe about something?" I asked.
He nodded.
"Well...whenever wewe touch me, au look at me, I feel...sort of tingly. In a good way. And...I want wewe to touch me more. But I don't know why I feel that way."
Rico looked at me curiously. "Really?"
I nodded. "Do wewe know why I feel like that?"
Rico wrapped his flippers around me and pulled me closer to him. "Feel tingly?" he asked.
I nodded nervously.
He nuzzled my neck gently. I heard myself gasp.
He grinned and rubbed his beak on my torso. I pulled away.
"What are wewe doing?" I asked.
Rico rubbed up against me. "Love 'Walski," he said.
I was shocked. Rico loved me? As zaidi than a brother?
"Love me?" Rico asked.
I started thinking. Did I upendo Rico? Really upendo him? The way I loved Doris?
I opened my mouth, hoping the answer would supply itself, when Skipper walked over to us.
"We have a situation at Marlene's," he said. "I'm gonna need your help with it."
Me and Rico got to our feet and followed Skipper to Marlene's habitat.
Interview Starting in
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2...
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Me: "So, Skipper, how long have wewe been in the military?"
Skipper: "Classified."
Me: "O...K. Um, what are some problems wewe have to deal with on daily basis?"
Skipper: "Classified."
Me: T_T "OK, um, how do your men view wewe as a leader?"
Skipper: "Classified."
Me: ',: l *sigh* "Who's your inayofuata in command?"
Skipper: "Classified."
Me: "Where did wewe go on your first mission?!"
Skipper: "Classified."
Me: >:( "What do wewe eat for breakfast?!"
Skipper: "Classified."
Me: "IS THERE ANY swali wewe WILL ANSWER?!"
Skipper: "Classified."
Me: T_T
Tip: If wewe want to interview a military operative...don't waste your breath.
3...
2...
1...
Me: "So, Skipper, how long have wewe been in the military?"
Skipper: "Classified."
Me: "O...K. Um, what are some problems wewe have to deal with on daily basis?"
Skipper: "Classified."
Me: T_T "OK, um, how do your men view wewe as a leader?"
Skipper: "Classified."
Me: ',: l *sigh* "Who's your inayofuata in command?"
Skipper: "Classified."
Me: "Where did wewe go on your first mission?!"
Skipper: "Classified."
Me: >:( "What do wewe eat for breakfast?!"
Skipper: "Classified."
Me: "IS THERE ANY swali wewe WILL ANSWER?!"
Skipper: "Classified."
Me: T_T
Tip: If wewe want to interview a military operative...don't waste your breath.
SIDE EFFECTS OF WATCHING THE PENGUINS OF MADAGASCAR MAY INCLUDE:
--Your eyes may explode from too much awesomeness
--You may become so obsessed with the onyesha wewe will dedicate your whole life to it
--You may become a sofa spud because wewe will watch the onyesha nonstop for literally 24/7
--You may form your own commando team & put yourself & others in mortifying danger
--You may cause yourself to never speak again because wewe will try to be like Rico
--Your house may explode because wewe will try to make inventions like Kowalski
--Strained eyes because wewe will be watching the onyesha with tape holding up your eyelids so wewe don't miss a thing
Hospitals worldwide & Insurance agencies worldwide are not responsible for any of these occurances.
--Your eyes may explode from too much awesomeness
--You may become so obsessed with the onyesha wewe will dedicate your whole life to it
--You may become a sofa spud because wewe will watch the onyesha nonstop for literally 24/7
--You may form your own commando team & put yourself & others in mortifying danger
--You may cause yourself to never speak again because wewe will try to be like Rico
--Your house may explode because wewe will try to make inventions like Kowalski
--Strained eyes because wewe will be watching the onyesha with tape holding up your eyelids so wewe don't miss a thing
Hospitals worldwide & Insurance agencies worldwide are not responsible for any of these occurances.