canon is cowboy bebop; character is epitome of word-smith

[luckies]

Need a light?

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[squeak_squeaker]

Huh.

[Kronk looked up at the sun. Back at Spike. The sun. Spike.] But...uh. But what about the sun?

[luckies]

I dunno'.

[ Just keeps smoking. Maybe blows a little bit of it Kronk's way. ]

What about the sun?

[squeak_squeaker]

It's up there, all bright and shiny! Isn't the sun all the light you need, buddy? [Kronk coughed a little, before just smiling his usual vacant smile at the guy.]

[luckies]

Depends. You gonna yank it down here for me, buddy?

[squeak_squeaker]

I dunno if I can do that, because it looks like it's kinda hot! [Kronk, stop looking directly into the sun.]

Your hair's fuzzy.

[luckies]

[Spike is squinting a little out of compassion for Kronk's poor eyes. ]

Don't look directly at the hair. It might attack.

[squeak_squeaker]

REALLY? [Kronk finally looked away from the sun, before staring at Spike's hair. It was magnificent.]

Is it a little animal that's pretending to be hair?

[luckies]

That's what happens when you let your hair stay wet for too long.

[ Flipping out a zippo now. This is the kind of light he was talking about. Spike doesn't even bother mentioning it. ]

Of course, it doesn't bother me.

[ Inhale. ]

I'm not too sure it hasn't grown territorial, though.

[ And exhale. ]

[squeak_squeaker]

Ohh. Yzma always makes me comb my hair! And brush my teeth, three times a day. [Kronk was a very hygienic Kronk, all things considered.]

What...uhh. What is that? [Did he just make fire with his hand? Was this guy a witch doctor?]

and now i am off to work!

[luckies]

Here.

[ The zippo is tossed through the air in a wide arc. ]

Play with it if you want. Consider it like a little sun that you can keep in your pocket.

Have fun! :D

[squeak_squeaker]

[Kronk, true to nature, didn't manage to catch it. Instead, it bounced off of his chin and landed on his lap. He picked it up and studied it closely, smiling.] It IS little!

It's just as big as my pinky finger. How did you make it all...uh. All firey like that?

Re: Have fun! :D

[luckies]

[ Spike leans and leans and leans closer to Kronk's hand, flicking the top straight off the lighter. ]

Spin that little wheel.

[ On second thought... ]

Watch your eyebrows.

[squeak_squeaker]

My... my eyebrows? [For now, Kronk couldn't even find the little wheel and when he found it, he held the lighter really, really close to his highly flammable shirt. Kronk, no!]

THIS little wheel, buddy?

[luckies]

[ Quick like an avalanche, Spike thwaps it just a little farther from Kronk's body. As much as it'd be a great fuckin' story, he just can't bring himself to let that happen. ]

Give it a try. See what happens.

[squeak_squeaker]

['Giant stupid man sets himself on fire using only a zippo' was the best story ever, but Spike was a gentleman and a scholar for preventing it from happening!]

Okay... there I go! [Flicking the little wheel and CREATING FIRE.]

Look! LOOK AT THE SHINY FIRE! I made that!

[luckies]

Watch out now. Don't let it flicker.

[ Spike closes his hands around the wild, whipping flame. Instantly, it settles back in. ]

Obviously man's greatest invention.

[squeak_squeaker]

It's... it's magical. How did you make that? [Kronk wanted to work for Spike instead of Yzma now! But Spike probably didn't need a henchman like Kronk. No one needed a henchman like Kronk, really.]

[luckies]

[ Unless he was a particularly good beer-getter, though, he'd probably be bored out of his mind. ]

Butane and dumb luck. Wheel broke on this thing two months ago but I haven't had the heart to replace it. Or the funds.

[ Spike actually exhales a huge cloud of smoke that seems to imply 'agonizing irritation'. ]

A few stray mutts seem to be eating up all of those, lately.

[squeak_squeaker]

[Kronk would probably be good at fetching beers, but... yeah, he'd get at least a little bored! Yzma always kept him on his toes.]

Ohh... you got money problems? [All the armor on Kronk was made of solid gold, but he only had a few coins in his pocket.]

[luckies]

More like job problems, but who doesn't?

[ Spike noticed that. He would have done some funky sleight-of-hand trickery if it didn't feel too much like taking candy from a baby. ]

[squeak_squeaker]

I don't! I have a job with Yzma, it's at the palace and...uh. I got all these fancy clothes and I get to eat breakfast and dinner and lunch every day!

[Kronk was eternally grateful that Yzma hired him to work for her, even if he had no idea why she picked him instead of some smarter guy!]

[idonthelppeople]

Nah, got my own.

[And Jack casually lights his own cigar without missing a beat. He offers one to Spike.]

New here, guy?

work stole me from you

[luckies]

[ Spike hefts the cigar up and down in his palm, as if he's weighing the quality of the tobacco with his fingertips. ]

Consequence of being a drifter is that you're always new.

shh it's ok i'm patient c:

[idonthelppeople]

Heh. I know how that goes.

[He pauses to takes a drag.]

This "mun" business, though, that's a whole new ballgame. Hope you're ready for it--for your own sake.

my zen-bb <3

[luckies]

[ This bewildered stare, cigar rolling into the corner of his open mouth, is not going to win any beauty pageants. ]

Guy like you, I can't imagine pulling strings is exactly enjoyable for your 'mun' either.