I own nothing of Hey Arnold except the characters and elements I thought up myself.
"Why, helloooo there, miss."
Taking her attention temporarily off of Yossarian's undeserved arrest, Bonnie brought up her head so her eyes could seek out the source of the sultry voice.
She simply raised an eyebrow the moment her eyes finally landed on the source.
Looking up at her from the wooden railings of the house was quite possibly one of the shiftiest men she'd ever seen.
His skin tone was dark sepia, not too dissimilar from Bonnie's own skin color. His hair, ponytail, goatee, and tiny, handlebar moustache were black like hers as well, although the woman could smell a significant hint of heavy and tacky cologne that emanated from the man's greasy hair.
He was also skinny—very skinny.
Reading this guy was a snap.
'Blech, a whiny, two-timing version of Diego…with a scrawny manhood to boot, no doubt…'
This bozo's clothes definitely suggested as much. Red-purple button-up shirt that exposed a bit of his hairy chest, black leather pants, and illuminate, brown shoes…
'Yep, this guy's a lady killer.'
Granted, Bonnie preferred not to be so presumptuous whenever she met new faces. She had Diego to thank for teaching her that lesson.
On the other hand, characters such as this loser practically were just as their covers described and their intentions, if one was observant enough, could be smelt a mile away.
So Bonnie, being the direct person that she was, only had one word to say.
"S'up."
Not even raising an eyebrow at her laconic greeting, the lady killer leaned his body more on the railing, grinning suggestively all the while.
"Tell me, what is a magnificent creature such as yourself doing all by your lonesome, huh?"
"Enjoying being by my lonesome…," Bonnie returned in a deceptively sweet voice and equally deceptive smile, the book still wide open.
Her mind had a different tone. 'Uh, gag unto me with a spoon.'
Clearly not deterred, the seducer maintained his cool and suave exterior.
"Why not prefer more…ambience? I'd be more than happy, of course, to provide that. Tell me, would you like—"
"Not interested," her voice was deadpan and meant to leave no room for argument. She already knew what he was going to pull out of his shirt. Frankly, she'd rather spend her passion on that homicidal snow leopard from Kung Fu Panda than waste it on an everyday pansy.
Unfortunately, Lady Killer obviously didn't get the message properly.
"Now, now, miss, you didn't let me finish! Don't tell me you'd be willing—"
Once again, Bonnie was three steps ahead of him.
"—to pass up an offer on a stimulating and private dance lesson? " She abruptly finished in a mockingly thoughtful tone. She tapped a finger to her chin. "Hmm…Yeah, I pretty much am."
Lady-killer's eyes widened at the response, befuddlement by the treatment he was receiving. This chick was just plain stubborn. Seriously, how could one everyday person like her be so difficult?
He was about to make one last though futile attempt to woo this unmovable woman until...
"Oh, I am sorry. I was not interrupting anything, was I?"
A towering Asian fellow was poking his head out of the entrance of the beach house. His wide set and cheerful grin betrayed no emotion.
Lady Killer couldn't believe his eyes. He was looking at the same man from that same afternoon so long ago! In fact, the man was still wearing that baby blue shirt and khaki pants from back then, even though the goofy hat was not on his person this time.
Bonnie never bothered to notice the seducer's shock. All her attention had suddenly diverted to the other man upon his appearance.
"Nah, don't worry, Hyunhski, you weren't. Actually, this guy," she explained colloquially, pointing at Mr. Seducer, "was just telling me about this dance class he's giving out for free."
Then out of the blue, she finally shifted her attention back to him, although there was no longer in her expression that warmness she had blessed the Asian man with but the same snarkiness from earlier.
"Am I right?" she enquired with a smirk.
Stammering, the playboy stretched his collar a bit—almost as if expecting his nervousness to roll off of him like body heat.
"Uh, y—yes, Miss, b-b-b-but…"
"Oh, that sounds fun! Could I join in perhaps?"
"But—"
Lady Killer's protests fell on deaf ears.
"Of course! You didn't think I'd let you out on all the fun now, did you?"
At Bonnie's cheerful quip, the man in blue hummed to himself and tapped an index finger to his chin, giving her the same pensive sarcasm she gave the seducer...except his sarcasm had a more playful and friendlier quality
"Well…after you hogged last night's dinnah…"
Bonnie rolled her eyes good-naturedly before retorting just as playfully, "Please, all I wolfed down were a few thighs and some buttered rolls…there was still enough for everybody."
"You mean still enough to feed mice. I blink one moment and all my food vanish into thin air!"
Those words earned a wagging finger, commanding Hyunh to cease his words for the moment.
"Hold it there, brutha. I wasn't anywhere near you at the time. If you want to point fingers, then I suggest Oskar. Don't you tell me you didn't see the way he was eyeballing your food."
Now the Asian man, arms crossed, was the one to roll his eyes. Yet, to Lady Killer's disbelief (and maybe disgust), the action made the woman smile warmly, mock-accusatory glare withstanding.
"Besides, you're not entirely innocent yourself, are ya…Mr. Cranberry?"
The effect of that name was immediate. Whole body going rigid, the foreign fellow stared wide-eyed, mouth agape, in total surprise at his companion.
A smirk was all Bonnie needed to prove who had won this verbal battle.
"That's right. Don't think I didn't catch you sneaking some slices for yourself."
That flustered and blushing red face of Hyunh took no time at to sprout over the dude's face…or make Bonnie giggle girlishly after a few moments of examining that ridiculous countenance.
Before too long, though, Hyunh gave himself to chuckling, the sound of that chuckling joining the woman's bubbly tittering in the warm tropical air.
Meanwhile, the shifty man in front of them simply stared at the pair in utter speechlessness.
How in world was that loser able to get a smile and a laugh out of her while all he received were a few catty remarks and a distasteful smirk?
What did that guy have that he didn't?
That guy certainly wasn't able to receive such responses from the ladies two years ago. (The shifty man knew so because he had personally viewed—and scoffed—the foreigner and a tiny man's weak and pathetic attempts to pick up some dames.) He probably couldn't even woo those two wives from two years ago.
Then why was this woman treating him so affectionately?
In fact, how was this woman so different from the two blondes?
She had looked lonely enough. Maybe not miserable but still…
Yet there hadn't even been a faint sign that she had been interested in the "dance lessons." She shrugged off the whole matter so effortlessly.
Of all the women the playboy had ever come across, Bonnie was the only one he couldn't charm at all.
Her spark simply refused to accept him.
With a sullen air descending upon him at the realization of the limits of his looks' influence, Lady Killer frowned solemnly and departed from the scene.
That woman was already someone else's...and she didn't care that there was no going back.
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"Wait, is he gone already?"
"Hmm?"
"Is he already gone?"
Snapped out of some sort of reverie, invoked no doubt by staring into Hyunh's earth brown eyes for a moment too long (he had been doing most of the talking for a while), Bonnie discreetly looked over her shoulder to check.
She and Hyunh must have been in such deep conversation that the other guy, feeling that pursuing the Polynesian woman would have been ultimately wasted, left without a word.
"Huh, what do you know? " Bonnie mused with wonderment. 'Didn't think the plan would work that well.'
Hyunh scratched the back of his head. "I do not think we will be seeing him for a while, will we?"
Dismissively waving a hand, Bonnie uttered nonchalantly, "Eh, I wouldn't worry about him. To be honest, I got a feeling we won't be seeing him at all next time we come here…or the time after that."
To the Polynesian female's shock, however, Hyunh's face soon grew extremely stormy as if he were recalling something unpleasant.
He was.
"Good," he muttered brusquely, huffing as he crossed his arms and glared at the ground with rage that should've made glass out of the sand, "I did not like how he looked at you when we passed his 'studio.'"
A slight blush made its way to Bonnie's face at those words. She still needed some adjustments to make towards Hyunh's defensiveness. Ever since she started dating him, this guy has become more liable than before to snap from a cuddly marshmallow teddy bear to a snarling, grizzled ursine.
What made her face redden the most, though, was the fact that this bear was hers.
All that hidden bestiality he displayed towards other men who gazed at her the wrong way…?
All of that was done in affection for her.
'Kinda… touching, really…'
"Oh…and Pooh?"
Hyunh softened at the nickname. "Yes?"
Before he could even blink, his petite lover/friend enveloped his waist in a fierce hug, the strength of which belied her frame. Her head nuzzled Hyunh's chest as her nose slowly and softly inhaled the scent of cinnamon that permeated his clothes.
"Thanks."
For the first few moments of that hug, Hyunh, all previous malice towards the seducer dissipated, did not respond. Actually, he was rather indecisive at the moment since Bonnie had never been this public with her affection towards him, even though there were few people in sight.
Then slowly—ever so slowly—a smile embraced his lips as he felt his heartbeat drumming thunderously against this mortal goddess's cheek. A calm that couldn't be explained seeped into Hyunh's thick arms, convincing them to swallow most of Bonnie's upper body in their firm embrace.
His voice was a mere whisper that tickled her cheek.
"No problem."
Yep, I actually included Carlos in here! XD I just love imagining possible but unused expressions for characters, especially minor ones. They become less static and flat that way.
