hey . if youre reading this we're probably kindred spirits. sending you nothing but love. also i know nothing about johnny bravo
Johnny sat alone at a window seat at Pop's, staring at the cars rushing past. well, maybe he wasn't alone, he had a basket of fries for company, he mused to himself. johnny had long lost count of the cars, and his fries had grown cold, but he didnt mind... he was just sitting there, biding his time until...
a weight crushed down the seat next to him, and he smelled freshly laundered clothing and rain.
"Hi, Johnny!"
Johnny turned to look at Carl, who was smiling at him as wide as ever, legs crossed, elbows on the table looking at him like he was the only damn thing in the world. It was almost too much.
"Carl." He grunted in greeting, eyes flicking down the contour of the petite twentysomething's body before he could stop himself.
"Johnny! Hi! Okay, so, I was wondering if today, you could help me mount a new piece! I ordered a lynx from a friend in Quebec a couple weeks ago and it's about to come in, and I just realized I need a hand with the configurations of the internal armature..."
Johnny shuddered. Taxidermy had always slightly freaked him out, he'd never understand Carl's obsession with it. He knew so much about it too, it was a bit creepy... Johnny didn't really know what to say back- he almost never did around Carl... something about him left him tongue tied at worst and spouting insults at best. He never thought he had any walls... so why did he hit them every time Carl walked in the room? And worse, what could be lurking behind them?
"... then, it'll be restuffed with a mixture of straw, cotton batting, and polyurethane foam!" Carl finished, sitting back and putting his arms behind his head, legs still crossed, an image of smugness.
Johnny couldn't help but notice the way his jeans hugged his thighs just right, and that his soft pink lips were slightly moist, and preserved with a layer of clear but glossy chapstick. Johnny licked his own lips and sat back, mirroring his eccentric tablemate. He would not fuck up this time.
"Er, I mean," his mind darted, and his hand twitched where it sat on the table.
"I er," he searched for an excuse, but as his guarded gaze caught Carl's glinting eyes he drew a blank.
"well, I... don't have much to do today..." he stumbled, horrified at the words escaping his dry mouth.
"It's settled then!" Carl exclaimed, his voice pitching in its nasal tone, then becoming quiet again. He leaned towards Johnny, towards his ear.
"I've got more than just a lynx to show you today Johnny, I think you'll like the surprise..." he whispered, his sweet breath caressing Johnny's ear. Johnny's eyelashes fluttered despite himself, and he drew away.
He wanted to jump back and defend himself, grab this little weirdo by his stupid shirt collar and tell him not to mess around, demand to know just What in the world is going on here, bud.
But then there was a little hand clutching his large, clammy one, and Carl Chryniszzswics was pulling him who knows where, and who was he not to follow?