Michael looked around at the strange balls of fluff that were steadily taking over the room.
"You can't keep them," he said sternly to the two worshippers. The stench of fish was starting to make him gag.
"Oh please Michael," pleaded one, her eyes big and pleading behind her glasses, "they're only babies!"
"I don't care, I'm not letting you two turn this place into a... penguin sanctuary!"
"But they're so sweet!" insisted the other, holding up one of the penguin chicks to him. It chirruped at him. "Please say yes!"
Michael scowled at the two worshippers. He had no idea where these two got their ideas from. Come to that, where they had got all of these penguins in the first place.
"Both of you, out! While I try to think of how to deal with these stupid birds."
The two worshippers scurried out, clearly devastated. Still grumpy, Michael flopped down into a vacant chair and pinched the bridge of his nose. He felt a sudden weight jump into his lap. Opening his eyes he saw one of the penguin chicks, looking at him with its big black eyes.
"Shoo," he growled at it, but the chick didn't budge. He picked it up and placed it on the floor. As soon as he straightened up, another chick jumped up into his lap. Growling, he put that one down on the floor too only for the first one to jump back into his lap.
"I don't even like you," Michael said forcefully to the little penguins, "leave me alone!" A sudden weight against his leg made him look down. One of the other penguin chicks was leaning against his leg to snooze as the remaining chicks all clustered around his chair. The one in his lap chirruped before leaning into his chest to snooze as well. Michael couldn't stop a small grin curling the corner of his lips.
"Well, I suppose you are quite sweet," he admitted, stroking the chick's downy head.
Out in the corridor, the two worshippers peaked around the door.
"You think he'll let us keep them now?" one asked in a whisper.
"I think we're going to struggle to get them back now," replied the other.
This is just a random little drabble inspired by a conversation I have with a friend on MSN, which mostly tends to revolve around penguins. She asked if Michael would get jealous if she did a penguin picture rather than work on the one she was doing of him and well...it was begging to be written!
Michael and wraith belong to MGM. Adorably cute baby penguins belong in the wild ;)
