I will say this again I don't own Sgt. Frog or any of the characters
~still at the space train station
"Kukukuuuu what's new, Tubby?" Oh god he wants to start a conversation. "Its baby fat, old man and go away I don't want to talk to you." Tororo turned away and crossed his arms. "Tch. Brat. You like the attention, admit it. Besides we're going to be partners for two months. Get used to it. Kukukukukukuuu" for five minutes Kururu stood hunched over, chuckling, sending shivers down Tororo's spine. "I'm never going to be partners with you! Never!" having nowhere to run, he was stuck there, an awkward silence between the two. After what seemed like an eternity, Kururu leaned over and whispered, watch this, sport. He handed Giroro a picture and the hotheaded soldier went berserk, stuttering with a hint of blush at his cheeks. N-Nat-sumi-I in twenty seconds he fainted, drool coming out the side of his half open mouth. "Pathetic, right?" Kururu nudged Tororo's side. He said nothing to this. Is Kururu actually attempting to be nice? Weird.
ON THE SPACESHIP
~Tororo's room
Tororo always thought the floor of his room is actually quite comfortable, despite being tiled. At the moment however, his rear end very sore had to have to sit for hours with no breaks working for Garuru on an invention for the mission. Even though Tororo complained that he was worked too hard, he was glad to be different than other tadpole's his age. He just felt more… "I have a purpose to this world." "That, I have to say, is about the most touching thing I've heard all day." Tororo jumped a mile high a knocked over half of what he was working on. "AWWW SHIZZ! The glue was still drying Kururu! Why..." he looked over at the yellow demon standing at the doorway. Maybe he's going to be nice today? No chance. Sarcasm was etched on his face and Tororo could feel his hopes for a good day plummet to the ground.
Kururu left and Tororo looked sadly at the half finished ray gun. Looks like I'm gonnna pull another all- nighter… two hours later he heard a knock. Come in….. "Hey. It's me, Pururu. I heard about the run in you had with Kururu from Zoruru. Apparently he heard the whole thing." Tororo said nothing. "I know you don't like him, but it's only for two months. You can hold out for that long, right? Just try to get along with him. He might make an effort back." The salmon tadpole shot Pururu a glare. "No he won't. He's sadistic, and terrible. We'll never get along." "Well," she said softly, "he seemed to make an effort back at the train station. Give it time Tororo. He's a complicated guy." "Complicated?! All it takes to make him happy is curry! How is that complicated!?"