Day Two: Early Morning

[Aero]

“What? You can’t blame a Toby for eating, can you?” Bojack drank the stew from the bowl like a child drinking the remaining milk from soggy cereal. “It’s better than that shitty rabbit stuff. I felt like a jew on sabbath eating that trash. This, however, is much better. It’s turtle.”

Aero could feel his mouth salivating as he gazed at Bojack gulping down the stew, some of it spilling over on his face, and running down onto his attire. His nostrils widened, taking in the aroma. It smelled incredible, and reminded him of a good home-cooked meal. That was real food; not like the shit Celipa had made earlier. “Hey, Jack, think I could get some of that?” Aero asked as he approached the Ader and sat down on a stump.

“Get lost, kid,” Bojack replied, taking another sip from the bowl. “Get your own good food. Wtf I look like, the daily bread? Next thing you’ll be asking for is my clothes, and then sex.”

Aero arched a brow. “Look, you’re gonna watch who you talk to like that, kay, yo?” he remarked, hunching over and revealing a naked arm (he pulled the jacket sleeve up in hopes of frightening the blue man). “See this? This is grade-A American muscle. You can have all of it in your face if ya want. Special delivery. Like UPS.”

Bojack glanced over at the scrawny arm. “Put that little thing away,” he muttered, taking another sip before tossing the bowl into the depths of the forest.

Zangya and Celipa giggled to themselves from a distance.

“Hey, it’s not the size of it that matters, Jack, it’s what you do with it!” he exclaimed, rising to his feet and baring another arm. He tensed his biceps; they bulged from their positions. They were scrawny, defined but scrawny.

Zangya and Celipa shared another giggle from a few feet away. They couldn’t decide if Aero was trying to impress them in front of this other male or if he really wanted to fight. His personality permitted either.

“Hey, my arm may be skinny,” Aero said, unrolling his sleeves and walking over to Zangya and Celipa (they both look at him with sad pity as he returned). “But at least they’re long. And length is more important than girth.”

The two females could no longer control the giggles. They both burst out into full-fledged laughs.

“I have both,” Bojack replied. He folded his arms over his robust chest. His biceps appeared to be the size of Aero’s head. “You can’t tell me that one quality is better than both.”

“Like I said, I know how to use mine though.”

“I do too. And probably better.”

The laughter that Celipa shared with Zangya manifested into spasms as ranking snorts seized both of them. It couldn’t be helped. The discussion between the two men was a prime example of sexual innuendos in its finest hour. Things like that were (and always would be) humorous.

Aero whipped his head around and glared at the two women. “What are ya’ll laughin bout?” he asked with a mild, angrily tone.

“Nothing,” Zangya replied, a smile spread across her face.

“Yeah, nothing,” Celipa added as she wrapped her arm around Zangya. “Girl stuff. You know.”

Aero spat, as if he could still taste the coarse rabbit stew, and then folded his arms across his chest. Girls never just talked girl stuff, he thought. Girls talk about guys, money, and clothes; since there aren’t two of the three around, it has to be the first one. Then it hit him like a four ton anvil. “Aww! That’s wrong, so wrong!”




OOC: Just something to put up. Haven't really been feeling it as of late. sorry my readers.[ =/