By: Snark
Can't sleep. So I'm just going to write some stuff until I can. Here, have some Kowalski/Skipper drabbles.
.:Soda:.
Kowalski wasn't much for carbonated beverages. Not that he hated them, per say; in fact, he rather enjoyed a good cream soda or a root beer from time to time. No, his problem came from the way the carbonation made him feel. It was too strong- too fizzy. The bubbles would pop in his mouth and throat and leave a very displeasing sting as they made their way through his insides.
And that wasn't even mentioning the health risks that carbonation could cause- you would have to be out of your MIND to want to constantly put something in your body that could absorb the calcium from your bones.
Skipper was apparently completely insane.
It was a little known fact among the team that the leader was a caffeine fiend. His mornings would start off with a cup of joe- extra black and extra fishy. But as the day went on, he would get his fix another way. Their fridge in the HQ was stored with bottles after bottles, and cans after cans of pop. Cream sodas, grape sodas, Coca Cola, Pepsi, Faygo...the list went on and on of what the squatty avian commander kept in there at a time. Really, anything he could get his flippers on was good enough for him!
"Nothing says 'American' like a tuna sub in one flipper, and a coke in the other," he had been known to spout- even his patriotism blinded by his soda gluttony.
In all honesty, Kowalski never could understand the obsession. He had tried to ask his leader about it. However, his curiosity was only met with the likes of: "Kowalski, nobody EXPLAINS their love for heavenly nectar. They just sit back and enjoy her sweet intoxicating flavors!"
The analyst wasn't satisfied by this.
"That's...That's not an answer! That's just sugar coated sentimental nonsense! Where's the SCIENCE? Is it psychological? Do you have fond childhood memories connected to it?"
Skipper just laughed it off, looking at the taller penguin as if some joke was going over his head.
"Not any more than the next Tom, Dick, or Harry." He paused as he frowned as he mumbled to himself. "Never did like that Harry. Traitorous scum!"
The scientist tried to get them back on track, as he shot off more questions for the older penguin.
"Then it's chemical. HAS to be! High-fructose corn syrup is known for initiating cravings in the brain, creating compulsive overeating-or in this case, drinking- patterns. It's an addiction!"
"And so what if it is?" Skipper said with a smug smirk, as he popped open another can as he took in the summer sun's rays. He took a long drink as he laid back onto his beach chair; he exhaled contently, before lifting his sunglasses to look at the analyst looming over him.
"Come on, Kowalski, can you blame a guy? The cool and crisp flavors. The way it tingles as it hits your taste buds, and then makes its way through you. Oh man." The leader felt himself grow thirsty, just from talking about it, as he took another sip. His eyes closed,as a shudder of pleasure shook him. He moaned as his sipping turned to chugging as he craved more. Nothing would satisfy him until he devoured the very last drop. The scientist felt himself growing red in the face from embarrassment as he began to worry that Skipper's enjoyment might have been far too sensual.
Skipper however, opened his eyes as he exhaled once more. He threw his empty can over his shoulder, as he went to grab for another. He smiled almost too innocently for Kowalski to handle, as he wondered how in the world the other penguin didn't know how that all had looked. He continued to blush as Skipper was about to drink again, before he instead handed it towards his second in command.
"But why am I telling you all this? YOU'RE the 'gotta test everything' geeky nerd-guy. Here, my dull compadre, take a taste test of THIS and tell me if YOU aren't persuaded by its charm."
"Uh…"
"That's an order."
The analyst found himself nervous as his flipper went out to reach for the can. He told himself it was all hyper-awareness as he noted his flipper accidentally brushing against his leader's. He told himself it was all in his head, as he felt Skipper's eyes take in Kowalski tilting back his head to take a drink.
And he told himself his own shudder was from the carbonation and not from the penguin calling his name.
"Well, Kowalski, do you have your answers?"
The brainy bird noted the other's flipper was stretched out again towards him. It took him a moment to realize that his leader was expecting his drink back. Kowalski nearly fumbled and dropped the can, as he handed it back over. The team scientist felt himself turning a darker hue as his temperature rose, as he became more flustered as Skipper put the can to his beak and drunk from it. The avian commander raised a brow as he put down his pop.
"...Soldier?"
"Ah, yes!" Kowalski cried out, a little too high pitched for his liking. He cleared his throat before looking away altogether. "I...I believe that answered my inquiries, yes. I think I'm starting to see its...appeal."
"Good! In that case shut up and sit your kiester down! This day ain't gonna enjoy itself!"
Kowalski wasn't one for carbonated beverages. He still wasn't a fan of the sensation as it burned his throat. But as he sat next to his leader, watching as he chugged away at the coke the scientist had just had to his own beak…
He decided he could grow to love them.
