Honker had this weird thing with turtles, and it was unlike anything Gosalyn had ever seen. The way he looked and caressed them was almost unnatural, but it wasn't morbidly creepy—-it was his gentle nature in caring for such a life that was smaller and likely even shorter than his. He never took anything for granted, in fact, he would lace onto every detail someone would indicate to him. It was a huge boost in his ego when it came to academic works, but other than that, everyone else always glazed past him—much like glazing over a metaphor that spoke an entire novel.
Gosalyn never noticed it before, not until now. A turtle hobbyist had come to class that day to introduce his specimen collection, and almost immediately, her best friend became enraptured by it. He couldn't stop staring at the turtles, and she could never stop looking at him.
"You could make a living doing that kind of thing." Honker didn't seem to catch on, either because there was still ringing in his ears from the dismissal bell, or was still holding an abstracted gaze that trailed the turtle hobbyist exiting the hallway. "Doing what?"
"I don't know, turtle collecting? Whatever that guy does." The afternoon sun had burned a bright light against the lenses of Honker's glasses; it became inherent that his dreamy prospects would never be printed in bold for the girl to see. But it wouldn't stop her from probing.
"I suppose I could, but I never thought about it."
"What's that to stop you?"
Honker fidgeted with his backpack strap until it was nothing but raw cotton and thread. "...why do you think I have a thing for it?" Gosalyn grinned that signature devilish countenance she seemed almost notorious for. To her, it must have been more obvious than a giant hole in a small sock. "Cause you care, why else?"
Honker noted her with a curious stance, trailing his eyes off back into the absent presence of the ghostly hobbyist, now tampering with the loose threaded ends that still hung somberly from the straps of his bag. Maybe Gosalyn had a point, then again when didn't she.
Author's Note
This is a different approach than I normally would for a story, but I decided to post it because I think there is still some entertainment to get out of reading it! Anyways, hope you enjoyed this short narrative!
I do not own Darkwing Duck, nor any of its characters. All respective rights go to Disney and its creators. I do not make financial gain out of this story.