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...What?

That's what I said.

Have you ever seen March of the Penguins?

I haven't, no. What's it about?

Penguins. Marching.

Anyway, they played it tonight on T.V. and it shows how penguins get it on. It’s very cute. They’re sort of like people, all touchy-feely. But now instead of watching flightless birds walk around, I’m back in my apartment alone because I had an argument with my friend which may or may not have been about penguin sex.

They have to have sex. How else would they make little penguins?

I'm not sure, but I'm sure the Chinese will figure out a way soon.

What do the Chinese want with penguins?

The Chinese want penguins because Americans love them. They could make a bunch of them at low cost and sell them to Wal-Mart.

You're right, I have seen a lot of penguin love in this country. It's almost as scary as Wal-Mart itself with their "low, low prices" and that much too happy smiley face.

I wouldn't knock Wal-Mart. They do a great service to Americans who need to find tent-sized trousers for under ten dollars. Which is a surprising large number of them.

Oh I'm guilty of shopping there, I'm too broke not to. That doesn't mean the place isn't scary. It's too big and metal-y. Like a robot.

Oooh, I would shop at a place that looked like a robot!!! It would be like...the future.

I would too. It's best to get in good with the robots now. In the future they will rule the world. If we are nice to them now maybe they won't kill us.

Awww, come here. *pulls him close and kisses him, slipping a hand down to squeeze his bum* Why don't we go someplace a little more private and you can give me a demonstration?

I'm not in the mood.

*lets him go and stands back, looking crestfallen*

I'm sorry.

I've never seen the movie before. We could just be spoons and watch it together, if you want.

*still crabby* I brought the DVD with me when I moved here but I can't watch it because it doesn't work on stupid American DVD players. And the stupid English version isn't nearly as good.

*corners of mouth twitch upward ever so slightly* You like being spoons?

There's an all-night video shop around the corner from my place. They've got a great foreign films section. We might be able to find a copy.

*smiles and blushes a little*

Yeah. I like being spoons. *briefly cups the back of Arthur's neck* Maybe you should be little spoon this time.

Maybe. *fidgets, then relaxes* What is your favorite movie, Anson?

*smiles sheepishly* I like being little spoon.

Haven't seen one in a while.

*shy look*

But when I was little, I liked that one, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. You know that one, right? Where the little kid gets the golden ticket and gets to meet Willy Wonka and then he gets to go and live there? I liked that.

*wraps Arthur in a bear hug and kisses his hair*

You can be little spoon anytime you want.

Edited 2007-11-23 22:16 (UTC)

He gets to live there? Is that how it ends? I never watched the whole thing. It gave me nightmares. But if the nice boy gets to live in the chocolate factory, than I guess it was all okay.

*snuggles his face against Anson*

Mmmmm, but I think little spoon is all I can be, as I am all full of turkey and pie and beer and sadness. I hope you will not be bored.

Yeah, it's kinda scary in some places, especially when you're a little kid. Yeah, at the end, Willy Wonka picks Charlie - that's the little boy, the poor kid, remember they only had one bed and all the grandparents were in it, two at one end and two at the other? - He picks Charlie to take over the factory, and his whole family comes to live there and they don't have to be poor and hungry anymore, and then Willy Wonka takes Charlie and his Grandpa in the glass elevator and they fly all over the village and see everything.

*coughs a little* Anyway, I don't really remember it all. It was a long time ago.

*rubs Arthur's back* Well, it just so happens that I feel like being big spoon tonight, so that works out. We're gonna have to do something about that sadness, though. *smiles* So you and me, we're gonna find a copy of your movie, because you can find anything in New York, and we're gonna get some popcorn and some peanut M & Ms and anything else you want, and we're gonna snuggle on the couch and be spoons while we watch the penguins. Sound good?

Edited 2007-11-23 22:30 (UTC)

*smirks* Right, a long time ago. You watch that everytime its on TV, don't you?

I don't know, I was very freaked out by movies when I was little. I remember I started crying so loudly during the movie Corduroy that my mother had to take me out of the room. I don’t know where I was watching it, but there were a lot of kids and parents there. I think it was at a library. I was also incredibly creeped out by the end of La ballon rouge. I don’t know if you ever saw that. About a boy with a balloon that follows him around Paris?

*smiles sleepily* That sounds perfect.

*grins and ducks his head* Yeah. I do.

Awww, poor kid. *holds him tight* Nah, I never got to see those. You should show me some of the ones you did like, though. The ones you loved when you were little. I'd like to see those.

Good. Come on, sleepyhead. You can doze in the car while I look for your movie.

Hahahahah!

I'm sorry Arty, but it just tickled the ole funny bone.

*whines incoherently*

Mmmph, I guess it is sort of funny.

Course it is!

Penguin sex! Ha! I mean I've been listening in and some stupid guy got mad at you to the point he wouldn't go home with you over a stupid argument about how penguins get it on? Heh---

How much lamer can a guy get?

It wasn’t quite like that.

I was watching it at my friend’s uncle’s house Like he is my bestest friend ever ever and we never fight. But we had been drinking and watching penguins do the deed and I, very playfully and with no perverted intentions, pretended to be a penguin and kissed in on the neck and he FREAKED. And then we argued. And then I said ‘FINE’ and took a taxi home. And then I cried a little because I was in that 'omg emo' state of intoxication.

Give him time to sober up kiddo, he'll come around...

And if he doesn't? He sucks.

*pouts*

But we never argued before. I've never even seen him get angry before. I don't know, maybe I was wrong.

I'm sad. :(

*pets*

:(

*raised brow*

An Argument with who?

My BFF. :(

Your...what? *confused look*

BFF? What is a BFF?