Chapter Four: The Gossip, The Bar

Leo wasn't too fond of school. Had they stayed in the Divine Moth Kingdom, he would have been attending one of their schools, specifically The Coriander Academy, a specialised school for the kingdom's aristocracy. There, he would have been learning things such as philosophy, etiquette, art, calligraphy, and sword arts, plus all of the regular school subjects too. He still did those things, but they were now confined to personal weekly tutors who rotated depending, as opposed to things he did on the regular. The school on Infant Island was more general, it was suitable for commoners, teaching basic mathematics and sciences, reading and writing, but most importantly, combat. When other people began immigrating to Infant Island, very few were moths like him, and most were Allidon, Iguodon, with even some Tsé Nináhálééh and others dotted here and there. All battle people, all people whose cultures and lifestyles revolved around being strong and powerful; so naturally, the school curriculum had to reflect that.

This meant that Leo couldn't really bond with nor relate to his classmates, when they were all roughhousing and fighting, he was sitting in the courtyard reading a novel. When they were all yelling and running amok, he was practising with his katana in the nearby forest. He was one of the few students that did his homework and actually cared about the academic side of education, and would raise his nose in judgement when they would come to school in effortless rags, ready to spill blood and yell profanities. That was all Junior and his little posse seemed to care about, and while he definitely loved his brother, he couldn't pretend that he found great enjoyment in being around them.

Luckily, by the blessing of Gigamosu herself, Leo had found a kindred spirit. Attending the school alongside him was a Quetzalcoatl girl; she was about his height, with light brown skin that lacked any blemishes or imperfections. She had big brown eyes, and her hair was curly, long and brown, her nose was a subtle hook, her lips were thin and in a natural pout, and her eyebrows were light and almost nonexistent. Unlike most of her species he had met, her feathers were a simple mix of brown and beige, he learned that this was how they all looked until they had their first malting, where they would gain their vibrant wings and their hair and eyes would change into a different bright colour. It was all random for them however, as shown by her constantly complaining that her younger sister reached her first malting before she did.

Her name was Xochitl, and she had moved to Infant Island from U Reino le arco Iris, better known as the Sky People Kingdom, about five millennia ago. Her parents had become enamoured with the idea of living as closely as possible to the royal family, though according to her she would have rather stayed back home. Like Leo, Xochitl would have been in an uppity school had it not been for the sudden move, and now she had to deal with big and brolic lizard boys fighting and cursing all the time. The two found themselves bonding over their lack of enjoyment of their surroundings, and their belief that they had much more class than a majority of their classmates, and would often be found glued together during the school day, unless they had opposing classes, which was only ever once every few days.

He looked over as she patted down her clothing, scoffing after one of Junior's friends barged past her. Leo could see why she was so concerned about the state of it though; Xochitl wore a gorgeous cobalt huipil blouse with embroidered red flowers and green leaves that has a golden trim. The huipil was tucked into a long yellow corte skirt that had white flower patterning vertically, and she wore a simple pair of brown sandals. She took her fashion seriously, as did he, yet another thing that bonded the two. Leo himself wore an emerald green baju melayu, with a black songkok on his head and a sarong adornment around his waist, complete with a similar pair of brown sandals to Xochitl's. It was an admittedly formal look, even more so than his friend's, but he preferred to look formal when attending the school, even if he felt the pants to be rather restrictive.

"I can't believe it," Xochitl hissed, "ba'alche' éek', he should watch where he's going!"

"You know Gyaku would never, he's too busy following Junior around like a lovesick puppy." Leo sneered in the direction of the group of boys.

Xochitl scoffed, the two of them finding a place to sit under on the trees surrounding the school hall, it was their hour long break before their athletics class, which they were both dreading. Relaxing in her spot under the shade of the leaves, Xochitl shrugged, though she found herself smirking with amusement when she processed what Leo had said, "that's funny, because I heard that Gyaku and a few other Allidon boys plan to challenge Junior when they're old enough."

"Really? How scandalous." Leo responded with a bemused chortle; it probably wouldn't be too big of a deal, he thought. It was just how the role of chief worked with the Allidon, Gojira was constantly being challenged, mostly by young, hot-headed recently broken males whose egos and adrenaline pushed them to put it all on the line, though it wasn't a shock to know he never lost these confrontations and was able to keep his chiefdom. When Junior eventually took over the mantle of chief, he should expect many males attempting to steal his title, including those he called friends.

"Yeah, apparently they talk a lot about him, behind his back." She replied, "and they don't say very nice things."

"Well, duh?" Leo snorted, "they're not really his friends, they only hang around him because of his father."

"Don't say that, I mean, I think Kiyoteru actually likes him, Nao too."

"Pfft, maybe him, but Nao barely talks to him, he definitely likes her though."

Leo reached up to grab a very low branch with his top left arm, pulling down two of the blue, banana shaped fruit that grew on it. It was called a spirefruit, and it was a very juicy and sweet fruit with the consistency of a pear, though the tough skin had to be peeled off before consumption, as said skin tastes bitter and unappealing. They were the most abundant fruit on Infant Island, and Leo's personal favourite.

He was so busy getting some for him and his friend, that he didn't notice the way Xochitl's eyes had widened at his revelation, "Junior likes Nao?"

"You didn't know?" He retorted with a raised brow, handing the fruit to her, which she politely took, "it's obvious, he keeps shooting goo goo eyes at her and won't shut up about courting her when he reaches his twentieth millennia."

"Will she even be available by then?" Xochitl laughed, using her nails to dig into the fruit and rip the skin off.

"Probably not, a couple of the boys like her, but he might have a better chance, since he's the chief's son." Leo shrugged, biting into the skinless part of the spirefruit.

Though he personally wasn't interested in her, he could see why a few of the Allidon boys – specifically Junior – were so enamoured by her. Nao was an Allidon dream, a tall, stocky young girl with a rounded face and endearingly thick eyebrows that almost made a unibrow. Her eyes were a bright yellow, which contrasted nicely with the orange sclera. Her scales were strangely light for an Allidon, being an almost yellowish-green, and her hair was short, but managed to stick out all over the place. She had big, sharp claws and a long, thick tail, all which made her more visually appealing for Allidon males.

What made her stand out against most Allidon females though was her temperament. While her fellow women were often just as headstrong, battle hungry and rough around the edges as the men, Nao was strangely tender, she was an emotional girl who seemed to cower in the face of violence and adversity. This naturally made her quite unattractive in the eyes of most of the males – weakness was very frowned upon with Allidon – however Leo supposed her plump build, sweet face and developing muscle made that tolerable in the eyes of Junior and boys like him.

Xochitl shook her head, "I can't see them together, she just doesn't seem like she'd like someone like him, or any Allidon for that matter, she's probably scared of them."

"You think she's an interspecieser?"

"Probably, I wouldn't be surprised if she goes for the less brutish people, like a moth boy or one of our boys, it's become more common you know."

Leo hummed curiously, Xochitl wasn't wrong. People who mated outside of their species – interspeciesers – were becoming more normal. They had always been a thing, but it was very rare, especially due to how isolated the different nations were from each other. However, after the Golden War and the popularising of Infant Island, kaiju mating with other species was becoming a bit more normalised, especially after the official bonding of the king and queen. There was less shame around it now, but it still wasn't an everyday occurrence, and it was still considered rather strange to see it happen.

"Maybe it's for the best, father probably wouldn't approve of her anyway, he'd want him to mate with someone tougher."

Xochitl then guffawed, swallowing her bite, "but he mated with your mother, and she isn't exactly a warrior queen, that would make him quite the hypocrite!"

"Oi! My mother may not be some big and manly Allidon, but she's battle hardened in her own right! She led the Divine Moth army during the Golden War and the Tsas Khamgaalagchid Invasion! She's not some snivelling crybaby like that girl!" He retorted with annoyed huff, genuinely offended at Xochitl's suggestion.

She raised her hands in defence, "alright, alright, you've got it." she said, giggling as he rolled his eyes.

"At least Junior isn't under any real pressure to find a bondmate, mother won't say it, but grandmother keeps telling me I need to find a moth woman to bond with," Leo grumbled, "she's even saying she wants to arrange a bonding for me! Which is insane, does she not remember how her own daughter's arranged bonding went?"

Xochitl raised an eyebrow, "why? You're barely in your fifteenth millenia, isn't that a bit too soon?"

"Not when you're desperate for a female heir," Leo said, even if he didn't have the pupils to show it, Xochitl could tell he was rolling his eyes, "she's spooked because Gojirin's too Allidon to lay moth eggs, so she can't inherit the queen power – the Divine Moth Kingdom still doesn't have an heir."

"But it's going to be thousands of years before that even matters," Xochitl said with an airy laugh, covering her mouth as she chewed her spirefruit, "why is she trying to rush it?"

"That's what I'm saying! You'd think we had a year or two to get it done, she just needs to be patient." Leo certainly loved his grandmother Foleila, but she could be quite a pushy woman, especially when it came to the more traditional aspect of moth royalty; he was sure he'd go insane if she showed him another portrait of some moth general's daughter and asked if he found her attractive.

"Being royalty seems like sooooo much work, my parents aren't even half as bothered." she smirked, relaxing back in her spot, "I mean, the power and influence is cool, but an arranged bonding sounds like hell – wait, you implied your mother had one?"

Leo nodded, "yeah, she hasn't told me much about it, but she did have an arranged bonding when she reached her twentieth millennia."

"Oh, so is he your father then?"

He snorted, "heavens no, my mother had me asexually, she said for whatever reason, her and her previous bondmate couldn't conceive… she's never said much about it, but she makes him sound like a real piece of work."

"I forgot the moth ladies could do that, must be cool, being able to just make your own baby."

"It takes a lot of their magic energy to achieve, not everyone has the fortitude to even go full term."

"Guess your mother's just that cool then," she said with a smile, playfully nudging Leo on the shoulder, to which he casually nodded back. She wasn't wrong, his mother was really, really cool.

"Speaking of babies, when's Gojirin's reveal day? I know the moths are super big on that." She then asked.

Leo groaned, dramatically sliding down as his friend laughed at his antics, "we could have had a normal reveal day, but apparently since she's a royal baby so it has to be a huge event. It'll be happening in the Divine Moth Kingdom, specifically at the Phosphus Gardens, it's still in the planning stage though, mother and grandmother keep arguing over how it should go, and father's barely chipping in, which has grandmother furious."

The moth prince didn't understand the big deal around reveal days, perhaps it was because he had no kids, but he didn't get why they had to be so extravagant. Most cultures had reveal days – a special event in which the parents of the new baby show them off to friends and family, as well as celebrate their birth and or hatching – but few did it as opulently as the moths did, especially the way the royal family did it. Heir or not, Gojirin was a royal baby, the first recorded Allidon and moth baby mix at that, so she had to be shown off to the people; the Allidon weren't really interested in such a big event, but the moths sure were, so now Leo had to deal with constant arguing and frantic planning almost daily as a result.

"Your grandmother's mad at your father? Is he that disinterested?"

"Not really, it's just, a few weeks ago we got this woman that showed up at our palace, she's one of those monkey people from the Hollow Earth," he clarified, to which Xochitl gasped, "neither mother or father are telling us much, but from what I heard, there's some sort of slavery thing going on down there, and father's planning on going down with an army or two to sort it out. The problem is he might miss the reveal day, which has grandmother furious."

She tilted her head to the side, "I somewhat understand being mad at a father for missing his hatchling's reveal day, but if it's for the greater good, then what's the big deal?"

"I guess grandmother thinks Gojirin's reveal day is more important than liberating the enslaved." Leo sighed, "she keeps trying to get mother to change his mind, but she keeps insisting it's fine, which just causes more arguments."

Before Leo could go on about this silly event that was making the palace more tense than it needed to be, the two heard the sound of a bell. Turning her head, Xochitl groaned when she saw one of the tutors, an Allidon woman, ringing a large bell she held in her hands. The two began standing up, muttering complaints under their breath as they did so. Neither wanted to go to athletics, mostly because they made them run around for only the gods knew how long, and the others often turned it into an unnecessarily passionate competition. Not only that, but Junior and his posse had a habit of 'jokingly' barging past Leo and sometimes Xochitl, laughing if they ended up taking a tumble.

Leo was certainly not dressed for an athletics day, so he had no plans on exerting himself. It wasn't as if the teachers would make him anyway, being the prince meant he could get away with not doing things in ways other students couldn't, what were they going to do, punish him? The two made their way over to where all the other kids their age were gathering, preparing for a very not fun next few hours.

Hopefully Junior didn't push his luck, or he would definitely tell his mother.

The Hōtō Bar was an Infant Island hot spot when the sun went down, it was a quaint little place, designed to look like the taverns and brothels on the Eastern Island, built with hardwood with boulders broken and used as a foundation. As its name suggested however, they dealt in hard liquor and wantonness; The Hōtō Bar was well known for its night women, who were dotted all over, dressed in loose, sheer clothing, and having an aura to them that indicated what they were truly there for. For this reason, it wasn't a good look for a man – a bonded one at that – to enter the bar, especially when the moon took her place in the sky. Sure, he could be there for the drinks, but what was the likelihood that he was there to shatter the promise he made and indulge in the looseness of the night women?

As a result, it wasn't a surprise for the king when he walked in, and everyone stared at him with widened eyes in pure disbelief. Gojira was known for being up to drink with friends, and often went to taverns with them whenever he had the time, but never Hōtō, the implications were too worrisome; what would poor Mothra think if she heard he was entering a place which guaranteed at least one woman would feel him up and attempt to seduce him? He was a faithful man, and had grown out of casually sleeping with any woman he found attractive when he bonded with his first bondmate, the king had no business being in a place like this.

Yet, here he was, with his large beige fur cloak on, covering his midnight blue Ō-yoroi armour underneath as he casually stomped in. All movement in the bar seemed to freeze in that very moment, as if the chill of that oddly cold night was finally getting to them, especially the women who all but had their nipples out. With a deep breath, a small gust of cold air surrounded his face, and the king scanned the room. For a moment, it seemed some of the night women thought he was there for them, perhaps the king had grown bored of his recently laid wife, maybe she wasn't recovering fast enough, and he was looking for a temporary replacement. They whispered among themselves, some even posing in place and pulling down the collars of their thin sarong dresses in hopes to entice him. Surely, being able to seduce the King of the Monsters was an achievement better than any measly one night stand?

When Gojira finally caught sight of what he was looking for, he walked straight ahead, ignoring the few dainty hands that pawed at him and tried to grab onto his. Instead of approaching a devilishly sensual woman, eager to show him the thrill of a lifetime, he instead approached a group of people, mostly men, with a single woman, sitting at a table near the back. It seemed he didn't care in the slightest for the ladies that eyed him like he was the shiniest jewellery he had ever seen, and he instead slumped into a chair with an annoyed huff, as per usual, wishing he were anywhere else but the building he was in.

"Look at you, diamond of the season! You see how they're all staring?" Laughed a slightly tipsy Anguirus, receiving an eye roll from both the king and their only female companion, Shiori.

"They could at least have a bit of tact about it, how classless, grabbing at a clearly bonded man like that, what ever happened to being a lady?" She said, her eyes glaring over at a bar maid who was attempting to casually saunter over to the king, scaring her off.

Gojira placed one arm on the table, using another to snatch the half-drunk wooden mug from the colossal man beside him, who playfully yelped 'hey!' at his motions, "which wouldn't be a problem if the Armadon didn't pick the closest thing to a whorehouse for this meeting."

Anguirus innocently shrugged, raising his hands defensively, "hey, forgive me for wanting to stare at a few beauties while we talk diplomacy, hell, I might take one or three home with me."

"You can if you want to, just don't come crying to us when your cock burns off!" The man Gojira had stolen the drink from quipped, earning a collective laugh from the table.

The man was formidable in stature, even managing to dwarf the titanic Gojira in size. The man wore a brown coat with thick fur, similar to Gojira's cloak, and underneath wore a red tunic with brown accents. He wore a simple pair of trousers and heavy boots, around his waist was a belt that held a satchel and a holstered battle axe that he gripped onto tightly. Even through his clothes, his hairy chest and arms poked through, and his herculean build fought to stay encased in his clothing. The man was covered in brown body hair even down to his knuckles, his arms were strangely long and muscled, his hands big and blunt. He had a huge, thick beard, one the king himself envied, and equally thick eyebrows. His eyes were an oddly pretty hazel, complimented by uncurled eyelashes. His hair was long, reaching his lower back and held into three braids, and on his head sat a metal helmet, with two massive tusks poking out from it. Gojira found it amusing, how he struggled to sit on the wooden stool, how the tusks on his helmet almost poked the ceiling when he leaned back, and how he had to bend over just to enter or exit the building.

His name was Behemoth, and he was the chief of the Kjempefolk, better known as the Giants. Known for their tremendous size and spirit for war, the Kjempefolk were the few people in the world the Tsas Khamgaalagchid hadn't tried to conquer in their prime, and were the only sort of men who could strike any fear into an Allidon heart. Yet, they were a strangely peaceful people, preferring to stay near the forests in their country and focus on agriculture; they were simple people, as long as you left them alone, they left you alone. The Kjempefolk were a relatively peaceful community, in spite of their combatant ways, and Behemoth had been the one to unite them as a singular people in their country, but that was a story for another day. Like his people, Behemoth too was a laid back, friendly man who preferred a laugh over a fight, though people knew not to provoke him.

Shiori, through her own giggles, raised her hand, "as much as I would love to discuss your cocks and the utter state of them, I believe we are supposed to be meeting for a dire reason, according to our king?" She then grimaced, "which makes it even stranger that Anguirus chose this of all places…"

Gojira grunted, placing the mug down before intertwining his fingers with each other, "yes, I wanted to discuss the possibility of utilising our combined military power, I have been informed of some… harrowing things happening in the Hollow Earth, things we must bring an end to."

"Is this about the Iwi girl? Word travels far, my king, even my nation is discussing it."

Gojira looked over at the man who spoke, he was quite elderly looking, his pale face covered in wrinkles, his long grey beard having vines and flowers entangled in it. The man's hollow eyes were grey, and his brows lacked any hair on them. Yet, despite his age he had a full head of grey hair, that was long and straight, with similar plantlife woven within it. On his head grew four horns, two that grew upwards and two that grew to the side, yet they were cracked with lines and resembled dark brown tree bark. The man was frail, with a long neck and oval face, his cheeks caved in and his thin lips held in a smile. Yet, on his supposedly skinny arms and legs was thick, bark-like skin that looks just like his horns, in fact, Gojira could see it also took over his legs, neck and back, with moss growing in between the cracks of the bark. The man wore a long, silk, wrapped tunic with a green cloth draped over his shoulder. His tunic was trimmed with gold, and on his feet were sandals that wrapped around his calf.

He was Methuselah the Old, Leader of the Aiónia Zontaní. Better known as the old folk, the Aiónia Zontaní were infamous for their ages; all kaiju lived for thousands of years, but the old folk surpassed that, Methuselah for example was born at around the same time as Gojira's great, great, great grandmother, making him hundreds of thousands of years old. Not only that, but the old folk also aged much slower than other kaiju, at fourteen millennia, if Junior were one of the old folk he wouldn't be much older than a toddler. Methuselah was not just old, but also wise, though this was a given considering how long his life had led. The Aiónia Zontaní weren't a battle people, far from it, but what they lacked in combat proficiency, they made up for in intelligence, with their nation being the spearheaders of modern developments. If there was anyone to go to for advice, it was Methuselah.

Seeing the knowing look on the old man's face, Gojira nodded, "yes; an Iwi woman – girl, if we're being honest – appeared on our palace doorstep in desperate need of aid. According to her, in the millennia since the Golden War, King Kong was usurped by an individual she simply calls 'the Skar King', this individual has apparently turned the Iwi into a slaver society, taking in the women and girls as concubines and making the men and boys work until they eventually die."

"And they haven't rebelled?" Shiori asked sceptically, "if it's just one man, what's stopping them? The Iwi were fiercely loyal to Kong, why would they just stand by and let some random do this to them?"

"That's what we've been trying to figure out," Gojira then replied, "but whenever we ask Amel how the Skar King was able even usurp Kong in the first place, she just shuts down and doesn't respond. Mosu has banned any further interrogation against her, claiming the girl is too traumatised for it to be fair."

Behemoth frowned, "you think he brought an army? There's a lot of Iwi in the Hollow Earth, he probably gathered some as followers, tricked them into thinking he'd be a better leader than Kong."

"But that doesn't explain their continual subservience," Anguirus then interjected, "like Shiori said, why would the Iwi keep following a guy who's rapin' the girls and enslaving the boys? He's just one guy! They'd just forcefully oust him and replace him with someone else. People don't just bow, you have to give them a reason to, you gotta scare 'em out of rebelling against you."

"Clearly, this Skar King individual has something, a weapon or power of sorts, that makes the Iwi powerless against him." Methuselah then said, "that is the only way, no? I doubt he is using any sort of propaganda to keep them docile, and if he is as bad as you claim then as Shiori and Anguirus put it, they would simply revolt against him."

Shiori took a mug from the bar maid who walked past them, taking a sip and fiddling her fingers, "whatever he has must be disastrous, for him to have been able to overthrow Kong and keep control over them, I see why you called us then, you'll need reinforcements."

Gojira nodded, "yes, I worry the Allidon army won't be enough, and the Divine Moth military will be hesitant to assist us, even under Mosu's command; they suffered many casualties during the Golden War, the kingdom still hasn't fully recovered, I doubt they would want to assist us in a conflict with the Hollow Earth." He then sat back, rolled his neck a bit and continued, "but I don't just want to go straight in, because if we kill the Skar King recklessly, it could send the shattered Iwi into anarchy, a millennia of enslavement has probably moulded some concerning thought processes. What I want to do first is to confirm or deny if Kong is truly dead."

"Huh?" Behemoth interjected, "but you just said he got overthrown, don't that mean he killed him?"

"That's the thing, according to Amel, no one saw Kong die, they say the two battled, and then he disappeared, he could be dead, or he could be alive." Gojira looked up at the ceiling, the candle chandelier catching his eye, "I have nothing but a gut feeling, but I just can't believe he's dead. I can't believe Kong of all people would allow a stranger to kill him so unceremoniously."

"So you think King Kong is hiding in the Hollow Earth somewhere, waiting for the perfect moment to recapture his throne? You sure can dream, king." Shiori scoffed, "if the Skar King really is the megalomaniac he's being described as, why on earth would he allow Kong to live? He'd make sure he's dead, face it, Kong is dead and gone."

"But he could be alive!" Anguirus then said, after slamming down his third glass that night, "and in the event that he is, we'll need to place him back on the throne once the Skar King has been dealt with."

"Which is my point." Gojira finally said, "I want to spend at least a handful of months searching the Hollow Earth, either for proof he's alive, or proof he's dead, then we can begin plans to mobilise against the Skar King. Not only that, but we also need to uncover whatever he has that has made him so untouchable that the Iwi haven't even attempted an uprising."

Methuselah then leaned forward, "so, when do you plan on starting the searches? I should be able to send men, considering the circumstances, as well as resources, such as food and the like."

"I'd like to start within the next week or two," the king hummed, "I know it sounds very soon, but after a couple millennia of stalling, we owe it to the Iwi to be quick in our endeavours."

"What if you miss Gojirin's reveal?" Anguirus laughed, receiving a scoff from Gojira."

"We've already revealed her to the people in our lives that matter, I don't care to halt my mission so I can watch Mosu lift her up for the moths to gawk at." Which was something that Mothra understood and accepted, though Foleila was eternally bitter about it. Then again, Foleila was never the biggest fan of Gojira, and knowing her she would have probably found a problem with him actually attending the reveal day.

Shiori placed her fingers onto the table ahead of her, "if that's the case, and these are simply search efforts, then I should be able to gather some strong people to come with us, perhaps my youths, we mustn't waste the energy of our strongest on searches when battle is pending."

"I should be able to convince the chief to let us help with the searches, he'll be down once I say it's by order of the king." Anguirus then slurred, it was clear the alcohol was beginning to take its hold of him.

With a guttural laugh, Behemoth slapped Gojira's back, the king had to pretend it didn't hurt, "of course we'll help ya out! Everybody deserves freedom and liberty, even those monkey folk, just say the word and I'll have an entire squadron ready for the searches, and a battalion ready for war!"

"Well, if that's settled, then–" before Gojira could continue, the man watched in disbelief as Anguirus swivelled in his wooden stool somehow and turned around. Behind him stood two females – twins perhaps – and it was clear what they were there for, but he couldn't believe he started actually engaging with them. He knew the man was boundless with a taste for the finer things, but really? In the middle of a meeting?

Shiori could only stare, "unbelievable." She snorted, holding in a louder laugh at the king's look of bemusement.

"I don't blame him, they're quite pretty – bit small for me though," Behemoth said, taking a swig of a mug he was given.

"I'll say, you probably wouldn't fit in any woman here, Nephilim." Gojira jested at the giant, who only childishly stuck his tongue out at him.

"Couldn't even get through crisis plans without you brutes making it all about your cocks again," Shiori scoffed, "excluding Methuselah of course, he's a class act, unlike you."

Gojira rolled his eyes, "Methuselah probably can't even use his cock anymore, of course he doesn't care."

"Oi!" The elderly man interjected, "I'll have you know I'm just as virile with the potency of my younger years–"

"Ew!"

"Didn't need to know that old man!"

The table was filled with laughter and banterful arguing, the drinks finally taking over and loosening them up for a little fun.