Title: Promises to keep
Fandom: Penguins of Madagascar
Pairing(s): Rico/Kowalski
Warning: Homosexuality, furries
Summary: Rico has an odd almost prophetic dream, and the whole day he mopes and mulls it over, catching the eye of Kowalski.
Rico sat up sharply, slamming his skull into the stone above, uttering a disconcerting sound. Kowalski stood first, looking a little more concerned than he would have liked. "Are you all right, Rico?" he murmured, waddling to his friend's side, trying to keep his face straight, and, instead, broke out in a grin at the wincing sight of his friend.
"Eh?" Rico peered up from behind his flippers as he rubbed his sore head. That was going to bruise, for sure. "Feh!" he grumbled, smirking and gesturing a flipper dismissively. Private looked curiously from the TV and Skipper arched a brow at the almost touching scene.
"Ya all right there, soldier!" he barked, involuntarily harsh. Rico, on instinct, lurched into a stiff salute, knocking into Kowalski as he did. Skipper snorted, feeling it better not to laugh. Kowalski blushed under his feathers as Rico cautiously nuzzled his face into the sweet smell, and then stood. The hunched bird held out a wing to Kowalski, who stared, looking flustered, and took it gratefully. "That was quite the head-butt." He commented, using his suave talents to crack what he assumed was a joke everyone would get.
Only Private giggled, and he did so with such a self-conscious tremor that Skipper was in no doubt that the young one had no idea to what he was referring. "AH, never mind…" he muttered and waddled off to the chessboard, and Private returned, unfettered, to his soap opera.
"By the way, Rico, today's a shore leave—free time." Rico stared. After an awkward pause, Kowalski waddled after Skipper, glancing behind him, and saying, "Why don't we try a game, Skipper?"