Kronk joins The Love Hotel, discovers butterflies in his stomach

[squeak_squeaker]

Oh... woah. Seems like waking up in that hotel was the best thing I ever did, mun!

I started baking blueberry pancakes and suddenly I'm looking at prettiest green lady and she's all... well, so far she's just standing there and stuff, but who knows what'll happen? [Kronk let out a big sigh, before fidgetting with his oven mitts.] Should probably offer her some pancakes, right? Yeah and then, then we can do other stuff! Like hugs and... and.

And maybe kisses. You don't think I'll poke her eye out with my chin, right? [His concerned expression was quickly replaced by even more smiling.] Geez, but that is one pretty lady! Makes a guy wonder if more of those fancy people'll show up to try my pancakes, but that's probably pushing my luck and stuff.

[ooc: link leads to The Love Hotel, NSFW/18+ only.]

Comments

[squeak_squeaker]

Ohh... I'm jealous of you! I think I don't have any friends. [Kronk wiped at his eyes with his big forearm, trying not to sniffle.]

I think Yzma is the only person I know, other than Emperor Kuzco. And Emperor Kuzco can't be my friend because I almost poisoned him!

[teenagebadboy]

You're a lovable guy. If you just try hard enough I'm sure you'll get friends.

[squeak_squeaker]

REALLY? But...uh. But if you think I'm lovable, why won't you be my friend? [Kronk just couldn't understand this complicated stuff.]

[teenagebadboy]

It's complicated.

[squeak_squeaker]

Seems like it is!

Is it because I'm dumb? [...headtilt.]

[teenagebadboy]

I have already explained it to you.

[squeak_squeaker]

I...I think I didn't understand. [Sniff!]

[teenagebadboy]

You're a good guy but I, personally, don't know you as well as I know my mates and that's why I don't see you as a friend. But I like you and maybe one day we can be friends. [Although he doubt that]

You should get out and try to find people with similar interest who you can be friend with. I'm sure you'll have more luck than me because you have a kinder personality.

[squeak_squeaker]

REALLY? ...when? [One day, to Kronk, was pretty much... tomorrow. It was hard for him to think ahead.]

Do you think there's other people who love chipmunks and cookies?

[teenagebadboy]

I don't know. [Shrugs]

There probably are.

[squeak_squeaker]

It'd be magical to bake cookies with those... those other Kronk-like people!

Kronks.

[teenagebadboy]

Great... have fun.

[squeak_squeaker]

...dunno if it'd be fun. Do you want me to save some cookies for you?

[teenagebadboy]

No thanks.

[squeak_squeaker]

Oh... gee.

I always like cookies too much to turn 'em down!

[teenagebadboy]

That's one of many differences between you and me.

[squeak_squeaker]

Yeah... there's lots of differences! [Kronk shrugged, blinking.] Like our chins.

[teenagebadboy]

Yeah like that.

[squeak_squeaker]

And the hug thing!

[teenagebadboy]

That's true. [Takes a few steps back]

[squeak_squeaker]

And you got a better haircut. [What went wrong with Kronk's haircut? It was really very strange.]

[teenagebadboy]

You are one of the few who thinks so apparently.

[squeak_squeaker]

Oh...uh. You weren't allowed to cut your hair either? [Yzma wouldn't let him.]

[teenagebadboy]

[Annoyed look.]

I have this haircut because I want to have it. I decide which haircut I should have. No, there was a guy I spoke with who thought it was too short.

[squeak_squeaker]

Ohh... everyone where I'm from has the same haircut. [The only difference was that Kronk had curls, so it looked a bit different! But it was all the same.]