Okay, I decided to take a break from my other fanfiction to write this. It's a Kico story, so if آپ 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 جوابات 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, یا 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. یا 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 آپ about something?" I asked.
He nodded.
"Well...whenever آپ touch me, یا look at me, I feel...sort of tingly. In a good way. And...I want آپ to touch me more. But I don't know why I feel that way."
Rico looked at me curiously. "Really?"
I nodded. "Do آپ 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 آپ doing?" I asked.
Rico rubbed up against me. "Love 'Walski," he said.
I was shocked. Rico loved me? As مزید than a brother?
"Love me?" Rico asked.
I started thinking. Did I love Rico? Really love 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 جوابات 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, یا 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. یا 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 آپ about something?" I asked.
He nodded.
"Well...whenever آپ touch me, یا look at me, I feel...sort of tingly. In a good way. And...I want آپ to touch me more. But I don't know why I feel that way."
Rico looked at me curiously. "Really?"
I nodded. "Do آپ 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 آپ doing?" I asked.
Rico rubbed up against me. "Love 'Walski," he said.
I was shocked. Rico loved me? As مزید than a brother?
"Love me?" Rico asked.
I started thinking. Did I love Rico? Really love 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
3...
2...
1...
Me: "So, Skipper, how long have آپ been in the military?"
Skipper: "Classified."
Me: "O...K. Um, what are some problems آپ have to deal with on daily basis?"
Skipper: "Classified."
Me: T_T "OK, um, how do your men view آپ as a leader?"
Skipper: "Classified."
Me: ',: l *sigh* "Who's your اگلے in command?"
Skipper: "Classified."
Me: "Where did آپ go on your first mission?!"
Skipper: "Classified."
Me: >:( "What do آپ eat for breakfast?!"
Skipper: "Classified."
Me: "IS THERE ANY سوال آپ WILL ANSWER?!"
Skipper: "Classified."
Me: T_T
Tip: If آپ want to interview a military operative...don't waste your breath.
3...
2...
1...
Me: "So, Skipper, how long have آپ been in the military?"
Skipper: "Classified."
Me: "O...K. Um, what are some problems آپ have to deal with on daily basis?"
Skipper: "Classified."
Me: T_T "OK, um, how do your men view آپ as a leader?"
Skipper: "Classified."
Me: ',: l *sigh* "Who's your اگلے in command?"
Skipper: "Classified."
Me: "Where did آپ go on your first mission?!"
Skipper: "Classified."
Me: >:( "What do آپ eat for breakfast?!"
Skipper: "Classified."
Me: "IS THERE ANY سوال آپ WILL ANSWER?!"
Skipper: "Classified."
Me: T_T
Tip: If آپ 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 دکھائیں آپ will dedicate your whole life to it
--You may become a sofa spud because آپ will watch the دکھائیں 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 آپ will try to be like Rico
--Your house may explode because آپ will try to make inventions like Kowalski
--Strained eyes because آپ will be watching the دکھائیں with tape holding up your eyelids so آپ 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 دکھائیں آپ will dedicate your whole life to it
--You may become a sofa spud because آپ will watch the دکھائیں 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 آپ will try to be like Rico
--Your house may explode because آپ will try to make inventions like Kowalski
--Strained eyes because آپ will be watching the دکھائیں with tape holding up your eyelids so آپ don't miss a thing
Hospitals worldwide & Insurance agencies worldwide are not responsible for any of these occurances.