Skipper stood outside Marlene’s habitat for a moment, debating on if it was a good time to make sure she was okay. Everything had happened so fast. He knew she needed her space, but it was also killing him not knowing what was going through her head.
Making his decision, he hopped over her دیوار and cautiously approached her cave. “M-Marlene,” he called softly from the entrance, “it’s Skipper. Permission to enter?”
At first, there was no response. Then, “Yeah. I guess so,” Marlene’s voice replied softly.
Skipper entered and saw Marlene sitting at her dresser, tracing her claw...
The اگلے morning, Antonio arrived at the پینگوئن, پیںگان habitat promptly at noon. The other penguins went on with their duties while Antonio and Skipper sat across from each other at the میز, جدول in HQ.
“So, what do آپ want to know?” Skipper asked folding his flippers on the table.
“Well, I’m not sure where to begin,” Antonio replied. “I want to know everything,” he کہا wistfully, resting his chin on his fist and closing his eyes. When he opened them, Skipper was staring at him impatiently, with an eyebrow arched. Antonio awkwardly cleared his throat.