Drabble 10/21/09

Noun: Platypus

Verb: Slash(ed)


"I want to see the platypus."

"Say it again!"

"I want to see the platypus."

"Haha! Again!"

"I want to see the platypus."

"Yaaaay!"

"I really do though…"

"Haha, okay."

The couple walked through the zoo archway, hand in hand, as they discussed what exactly was to be seen at the lovely San Diego Zoo. Hok, in his American naivety, had never been there and wanted to see the most random creatures he could fathom: a panther, whose fur looked pitch purple; the azula bird from Africa; and a platypus. Eriol didn't bother asking why he wanted to see those out of everything else found at the zoo – she just grinned and nodded. So they attempted to follow a map to "Australia" to find the strange marsupial when they became sidetracked. Well… Hok got a little distracted, because they were having a tiny dance-off by the funnel cakes and he really just couldn't control himself. He smoked the bored co-workers and won a free funnel cake for himself and his lady. Because that's what's up!

"Seriously, this is ahmazing! But where are the platypuses? Platypi? What's the plural of that?" Hok asked, randomly.

"I have no clue. Could you cut off a piece? I want to feed the pigeons," Eriol replied.

As Hok picked up his very plastic, malleable knife, a massive wind came out of absolutely nowhere and caused his hand to slip and the knife to, instead, run over the tip of his finger.

"Ow! I've slashed my finger!" Hok exclaimed. It really wasn't all that bad, but the Japanese man had a super low tolerance and just wanted to complain. Eriol, exasperated, took her main squeeze to the small nurses' office where he sat, sucking his finger like a little six-year-old. He noticed that Eriol had 'gone to the bathroom' for like 20 minutes and stood up to go look for her. He saw her with another man, walking towards him with a huge bundle in his arms. The bundle was moving. Ew…

"Um…mahal, what's that?" Hok asked Eriol, eyeing the strange bundle.

"A present. I wanted you to feel better, but you only get to play with it for a few minutes; it needs to go back to its pond," Eriol answered, with a grin.

The man lifted the bundle in his arms and placed a platypus on Hok's lap. It could have been the strangest situation either Hok or Eriol had been in, but they didn't care. They were just that awesome.