#i also just like donuts and the idea of being so sweet and doughy and chocolatey is really neat

[dravidious]

You're more amazing than hugging

Reject the imperfection of your flesh, embrace the perfection of artifice- What? Phyrexia? No, of course not! I meant

[despair-tummy]

I know you aren't taking numberd prompt requests, but are you still taking requests, period? Because there's not enough Aoi eating way too many donuts in the world.

Damn anon, you’re right. We need more of this.

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Days passed since their imprisonment in Hope’s Peak Academy, with still no way out and still no word about anything going on outside the walls of this school. But Aoi tried to stay positive by reminding herself of the few good things.

No one committed a murder, that was one good thing. Oh! And she made an amazing new best friend named Sakura Oogami! And of course, there was the unlimited supply of food that they had in the kitchen and in the storage room. And you know what that meant? Unlimited free donuts!

The very thought of the tasty pastry could make Aoi smile, her mouth would water instantly whenever she got a whiff of sweet donuts. And with easy access to her all-time favourite food, she could go all out with her donut addiction as much as she wanted to! And today was no different.

With Sakura determine to find a suitable partner to spar with, it gave Aoi a bit of time to indulge in her love of donuts.

Aoi raced to her room the moment she got her hands on a box, arriving in record time. She let the door slam shut behind her as she plopped herself on her bed.

“Alright, donut time!” she excitedly cried out to herself.

Years of donut eating had given Aoi the skill of mastering of peeling the annoying small strips of clear tape that kept the pastries locked in their cardboard box prison. So the box was opened with ease and Aoi was face to face with a dozen glorious donuts. Like snowflakes, no two in this box were alike. All twelve were a different kind to offer the full variety of the donut spectrum.

Aoi licked her lips, if these weren’t so tasty she could have stared at these all day like they were the northern lights or an eclipse. But they were beyond delicious so she had no excuse not to eat them!

“Alright, come to mama!” Aoi grinned, eying the selection a final time before she finally made her first choice.

Chocolate dipped was a classic, it was basically the mascot of donuts! With it’s doughy and chewy base and that smooth chocolate frosting goodness it was dipped in. Aoi’s pearly white teeth cleaved through the donut with ease, as she chewed her mind was filled with memories of being a young child and always going for a chocolate dipped donut whenever her parents took her to the bakery. Ah, these brought back some sweet memories, literally.

She wiped her chocolate frosting smeared lips on the sleeve of her sweater (she was planning to wash it tonight anyway) before reaching into the box for a second one. This time Aoi chose a vanilla frosted one with countless rainbow sprinkles.

These ones always reminded Aoi of birthday parties, she and all her friends always had a vanilla poundcake decorated with as many colourful sprinkles as one could put onto a cake. And boy, did this donut taste just like that. All that was missing was a few balloons and streamers and it would be officially be a birthday party... Well, it would also have to actually be someone’s birthday too. So, for now, Aoi would just have to settle on a delicious vanilla frosted donut, which she was glad to do so.

“Delicious!” Aoi said aloud to herself as soon as she swallowed that last bite.

She wasted no time reaching into the box and selected a coconut donut.

Coconut... Aoi could never understand the big deal surrounding the fruit. Some people were disgusted by it so passionately it was ridiculous. Aoi didn’t really care much for coconut on its own, but when it was toasted and used to coat a yummy donut in? She was on cloud nine with each and every bite she took.

Three donuts would seem like a lot to the average joe, but to Aoi, it was just the beginning. Her desire to eat donuts didn’t stop at merely three, oh no. Her insatiable lust for them made her reach into the box a fourth time and fetch a sticky apple fritter.

Upon taking the first bite, Aoi was instantly reminded of her mother’s homemade apple pie. While she was and would always be a donut girl at heart, Aoi couldn’t deny her mother’s apple pie was out of this world! The perfect balance of cinnamon and apples was heaven on her tastebuds, as was this apple fritter.

She licked a layer of glaze and cinnamon off her lips and popped the last bit of the fritter in her mouth before getting another donut.

Ah, the plain donut. Such an underdog in Aoi’s humble opinion, hardly anyone went out of their way to get one, she herself was guilty of this. However, the plain donut was perfect for dipping into teas, coffees and hot chocolate! It’s had no frosting to melt off and it held up very good even when soggy from soaking up liquids. But she had no drink to dunk this underrated donut in, but she intended to still fully enjoy this one!

Dozens of crumbs fell from her mouth and either onto herself or on the sheets of her bed. Hardly a concern being as she could always just give the sheets a good shake to tidy them up.

Now with the plain one out of the way, what to eat next?

Her sticky and crumb coated fingers snatched up a honey crueller. Oh how Aoi loved these, they were her absolute favourite. But then again her favourite donut changes almost daily.

But even with her indecisive nature when it came to favourites, it didn’t keep her from enjoying the light and sweet taste of the crueller.

With half a dozen donuts eaten, it was hardly surprising the swimmer’s midsection was rounder by the sheer amount she managed to eat. Sure she was full, but the allure of the pastries was filling her mind with such a powerful temptation that even the most strong-willed people couldn’t turn down.

Next up was the bear claw, rather an ironic choice considering their captor was literally a bear. But even Monokuma and his sick and twisted love of despair couldn't ruin her love for the mighty bear claw! It would be an almost fun way to spite the evil mechanical bear if he cared about such things. Who knows, maybe if she ate enough bear claws it would annoy Monokuma? Aoi certainly wasn’t going to pass up an excuse to eat more donuts.

She chuckled to herself at the thought, it was a silly idea but an entertaining one. But what was more entertaining was getting another donut from the box. This time she decided on yet another classic, the jelly donut. Aoi always did love a well-filled donut, the filling always added an extra touch of yumminess. And with a jelly filling? It was perfect. Especially since it was often a surprise what flavour of the jam was used... well that was only if you never bothered to read the label. But hey, donuts were more important than reading! And she liked all the jellies! Strawberry, blueberry, lemon, and she loved them all! There was no such thing as a bad jelly donut!

Much to her delight that last statement was proven true when the sweet and tart taste of lemon jelly spread on her tastebuds amidst the powdered sugar and doughy pastry.

Licking white powder off her lips and fingertips, Aoi selected a maple bar as her next donut to devour. Even as her bloated stomach gurgled in protest, begging the donut addict to please stop with the overload of sugar and carbs. But Aoi persisted, taking a massive bite of the bar.

Instantly the strong and sweet taste of maple spread throughout her mouth. It reminded her of the maple syrup she would drown her pancakes whenever she adds them. Being the sugar junkie she was, there was no such thing as too sweet!

Only three donuts left, and you didn’t have a be a rocket scientist to know Aoi intended to eat them all. She picked up a cinnamon twist, taking a short moment to admire the pretty little braid. It was rather adorable not to mention amazing what bakers could do. Maybe once she got out of here she could try and learn how to make such cute pastries. Or maybe she could try and teach herself while trapped here? It wasn’t like anyone else was using the flour stocked in the kitchen. Long as she cleaned up after herself no one could complain.

But enough thinking, it was time for eating! And sure enough, the cinnamon twist disappeared from her hand and travelled down her gullet to her gut.

Aoi was down to two donuts, Boston cream and chocolate glaze. Both of which were equally good in their own ways. Seeing as she was going to eat them both, Aoi just grabbed one at random without thinking it over. And the second to last donut she was going to eat? It would be a tasty chocolate glazed.

She loved these ones, they tasted like that chocolate cake Yuta always got for his birthday, minus the thick layer of chocolate frosting. No wonder her brother loved them. They were so moist and chocolatey, perfect for chocolate lovers worldwide!

Last but not least, the Boston cream. Aoi actually had a bittersweet relationship with this particular donut. One time for a prank her younger brother decided to remove the creamy refilling and replace it with mayonnaise. Needless to say, the prank put her off of Boston creams for a year! Something unheard of coming from Aoi Asahina, a lover of all donuts! But she was working through her issues, and what better way to do that than to eat one?

Once the creamy middle hit her tastebuds, Aoi felt relief wash over her as she was met with a sweet filling instead of mayonnaise. Yes, this was much better. Maybe getting over her trust issues with Boston creams would be easier than she thought?

And so, all twelve donuts were eaten. The only things that remained were a few crumbs and sticky smears of glaze and frosting.

Aoi hiccuped and wiped her mouth on her sleeve.

“Oof... that was good,” she said, lazily draping a hand over her taut belly. “Can’t wait to do it again.” her lips curled into a smile. “Maybe I’ll get two dozen next time.” Aoi chuckled to herself.

[duallygirl178]

Dearest O'Malley Chapter 12

Chapter 12

It took me 2 months to pull myself back to health and being sad about losing Joe really got me. I didn't want to start working again as soon as I heard about it. I know that small things such as a relationship has came to an end don't upset me. I wasn't upset when Shay stopped hanging out with Nathan but when things like this happen, it takes me a long time to get over it. I too was really close to Joe since I was almost always up there. I know I would mess around with him when I needed something lined up. It would be a very hard, tough summer for me. Night after night, I'd sit under the carport looking sad. Nathan spent over 36 dollars trying to fix me while Natalie urged him not to give up. She went with him to see me. No matter what the problem was, I still missed Joe. Carol was transported to Good Sams to get better and it would be days before she could come home. The only person that could help now was Shannon; Buck's old landlord from Flora Vista. Nathan needed to go get him.

When Shannon came to the rescue one day, I started to feel a bit better. It had been after 5 years since I've seen him. He helped Nathan correct the problem and realigned my points. Then, when I started for him, it brought Nathan great joy. It was all on a Thursday afternoon in September and it was just in time because tomorrow would be my 51st birthday. Nathan took pictures of me t show Natalie. I quickly noticed I had worn off the affects of the nitrous from the college and let go of the pain of being sad. After all, the sun was shining and it was comfortably warm out. I would miss Joe but I will always remember him. When we went to get Natalie that Friday evening from her babysitting job. Natalie was happy to see me running again. Today, was my 51st birthday and we drove to celebrate it at SONIC as my birthday dinner. We ordered hamburgers and had master blasts  while listening to all my favorite songs on Natalie's phone. She recorded song over the week all for me. They all took me back in my day when those hit songs were written and sung on the air. I haven't heard songs like "Rip it up" in over 16 years and it really had been a long time since I've heard them all in a drive-in burger joint on a summer night. I was having a nice birthday and I was enjoying it all except for that two friends of mine that were missing to make it even better.

The moment after we got done eating, I started to make my way down the street headed home that night. I suddenly heard someone sing out to me about 4 feet behind me "Good Golly, Miss Molly!" and I wasn't paying any attention until the last minute on who it was. I heard it again. "Good golly, Miss Molly! Sure like a ball!" I looked behind me and it was Gonzo. I laughed and said "Uh-on. Someone come get Gadget-mobile...'Good morning Riverton'!"

It was a very good to see him here tonight. I haven't seen the ol' Saucer in weeks. When he finished laughing, Gonzo replied "Where've you been at the last few weeks?" I told him; "I got sick after I had surgery on my transmission and didn't run for two months." Gonzo gasped in surprise and said "Oh no. That's not good. Well, I hoped that you were able to get better." I agreed and remembered to tell Gonzo something important. I said "And I was able to get well because it's my 51st birthday. I'm an old man." Gonzo replied back "I remembered. Happy birthday, O'Malley. I had a gift for you, but I forgot it at home. Let me make it up to you. Tomorrow, I'll come by with it and give you a cake that I made to celebrate. You'll really like it. I made you a Recess cup ice cake." I smiled and said "You didn't have to do that. It's not a big deal." Gonzo refused and said "No, no. I insist because that's what friends do." I snickered and said "Alright, if you insist." Then Gonzo talked to me a few hours and then, had to get home after he was going to the dollar store. It was almost time for his TV show that he was hooked on. We headed home also with our bellies full of good old American food. When we got home, I got a nice birthday under-carriage rub from Natalie. It was a great present and whatever that Gonzo was going to get me, it was going to be even better. I've been enjoying a lot of those belly rubs from Natalie lately and they got better every time. Once I got a belly rub, they appear to come out like a lasagna in every place. I would get a massage under my chin, belly, sides and hood. I started feeling younger, healthier, and stronger. When Jan got up to wash dishes, the TV was ours to watch after she was done watching her Lifetime channel. I didn't mind, I was enjoying my massage from Natalie. She gave me a chin rub after she rubbed my belly. I wished Gladys could have given me massages, but she never did. I was guaranteed Natalie did a better job than anyone.

The very next day in the afternoon, Gonzo came over to 1025 which was where I lived at. He brought me cake and a gift over and he told me happy birthday even though my birthday was last night. We still celebrated it and ate cake. It was even better than the Village Inn restaurant because when it came to cake, Gonzo made the best.  When I opened my gift, it was a fifty dollar gift card to Starbucks. Gonzo wasn't so great at picking gifts but I have been craving Starbucks for a while and since I haven't been to Starbucks in a long time, I was sure to spend it on a latte and a cheese Danish for sure. I smiled and thanked Gonzo. He chuckled delighted and said "Now you can stop by Starbucks and those cheese Danishes and coffee won't be taunting you anymore." I told him "I had a few dreams about hot and doughy pastries like cinnamon rolls, donuts, scones, and Danishes that I wish I could pull right out of my dreams and bask into their sweet gooey sin of freshness. You did a good job of making this recess pie. I tell you what it makes all the cherry pies look shameful." Gonzo thanked me on the compliment and we updated on what we've been doing on each other. Other than me getting sick for almost 2 months, Gonzo's been doing good aside from him getting allergies from the cottonwood trees and getting stuck out in the sun, only to get worse in his condition. It was a good thing I didn't catch allergies coming to think of it while Gonzo talked on and on. I mean, holy flounder-flop, he talked as long as my cousin did.

After that, Gonzo had to head home because it was already 3PM and getting late. He needed to be home for dinner so, he let me have the rest of the cake. Gonzo departed as soon as he pulled out. The next day, I got to celebrate my 51st birthday again with Robin since he always remembered my birthdays. Robin took me out for lunch at DAD'S Diner by the mall. Robin encountered a jukebox, put a quarter in, and played "See you later alligator" by Bill Haley and His Comets which I hadn't heard that song in forever. It was one of my favorite songs. I instantly perked up and hummed along. Just as Robin was headed back to me, he saw me humming along to "See you later alligator" and said "You know, you're 51 years old. You need to loosen up, be cool and release your energy into some of that jive." I looked embarrassed. I haven't danced in a very long time and wasn't sure if I wanted to stand up and dance. I stuttered and said "Robin...I.…...I-I haven't danced in over 20 years. I don't even know if I want to dance in front of all these people." Robin blew raspberry and said "Oh come on. It's your birthday. You only get to be 51 once in your life. It'll be fun." I snickered and was finally into the groove since I loved that song so much, I could listen to it for days. So I got up and said "Okay, only if you dance with me, man. No matter how many people are staring." and Robin agreed. So we danced to the song and even got a kick out of it when the song ended. I had the most fun. Being 51 was great and it was about to get even better. After Dad’s Diner, we went on a little cruise in town. Robin blared the music to "Good Golly, Miss Molly" and we shouted to every classic car that was also out for a drive, parts of the lyrics to Little Richard's song in their faces. We got looks of "What are you talking about" on their eyes and lots of "Whoo hoo!" comments. I was sure having a great time and a great birthday. When the song ended, I was talking to Robin on how much fun I was having and I added "You know Robin, Folks my age should really goof off on special days or on young moments from being 17 years old. This us just...too much!" Robin bursted out laughing and said "I know. It pays for being 51 years old because old folks just want to have fun." Instantly, I thought of an idea and so I told Robin what it was. He laughed and reduced his speed to 10 miles an hour. He and I picked random cars in traffic and cruised by them for a few minutes. Then we would make them fishtail and stop dead in traffic. I sped up to a person with a Farmington High School bumper sticker on his 2008 Nissan Ultama. I got by the driver's side while driving in traffic and waited 20 minutes for the moment at 20 miles an hour and then, made the dude swerve over to the left side and right on the street until his car drove over on a curb. Robin and I bursted out laughing as we left the sucker in the dust. Robin did the same thing as I did. He drove up to a random car in traffic, pulled up, waited for the moment and swerved a little making the car fishtail. We started doing that until we turned down the street to fill up on motor oil. Robin couldn't wipe that smile off his bumper but it would take weeks to wipe the smile away.

The week before Carol came home, I heard some news that Erik had stolen her computer. I couldn't believe it! Stealing! From his own grandmother! It was treacherous.  This happened while I wasn't paying attention and how he broke in, was beyond me. Erik might have crawled through a spare room window and got the key to the computer room when I know it was locked. But I do know that Erik had stolen a lot of items from Joe and Carol before and then some at Wal-Mart. He was quite a bad person for a thief. I had this feeling that no one was going to do a thing about it to get it back. I didn't even hear him come in as I was reading Carol's books and relaxing on Joe's chair. I laid the book page-down to go see what else the little thief took with him. I came to the bookcase in the dining room with the antiques on top of it, and checked in the bowl where the computer key was. The key was still in there and so I grabbed the key to unlock the computer door. I opened the door, and saw the computer was gone. Next, I closed the door, locked it, set the key back into the bowl and thought about Joe's bedroom. I hunted all over the room to find what more Erik stole. I remembered Joe kept a pistol by his bedside for emergencies. It was gone too. I looked for the pistol but couldn't find it. I supposed Erik stole that too but I wasn't sure if it was true. I couldn't prove it because I didn't see it nor video record it. There was nothing I could do, so I went back to the living room and enjoyed the rest of the book. It would be up to Jan now to find out about what happened and believe what she saw. I still couldn’t believe Erik did such a horrible thing from his grandma. It was all because he wanted Nathan to buy him an expensive gaming system after Tiny was sold to a new home when Nathan's mother was a big priority than Erik. He threw a fit for a few days and Nathan still wouldn't buy him anything because Erik was disrespectful. Nathan didn't care and he always took care of things with love. Erik didn't deserve it. When Carol got home from Good Sam's that late September, after my birthday, we started to take care of her to help her live well again. She went downhill after several weeks and it was getting tiresome.  We knew it was time to call an assisted living care when Carol got too needy because She wanted Jan to stay up at her home and help her. Jan had work and couldn't give her the care she needed. Jan looked at several assisted living agencies and searched for their reasonable prices that only Carol could afford. None of them seemed to help Carol with the chores that needed done, although the nurses did help her change diapers and bathe her. It was time to make drastic measures. Jan called Good Sams and had her transferred to Aztec. The first week that Carol was there, the nurses didn't attend to her and took over an hour to get to her. Carol was going downhill fast and all we could do now was keep visiting her.

That Autumn season, I was having a conversation with Natalie. She was worried about something that Nathan was saying to her. I told her "Nathan always does this. He tried to scare me because I wouldn't start for him. He threatened to sell me to a home, but I outsmarted him. He doesn't start acting on what he says he was going to do." I added that Nathan needed to act more mature by following through on things he was asked to do. Natalie sighed and said "Why does he act that way?" I looked down almost ashamed of myself for telling her that Nathan was trying to win in an argument. I told her "Because he wants you to think you've done something wrong so he can win in the conversation." At that moment, I asked myself quietly 'Was that the best advice I could give?' Was it enough to make Natalie satisfied on how Nathan worked? I didn't feel that it was, but Natalie was very satisfied with the input I gave her. So, Natalie went back in the house and said nothing more...not even what I told her.

A while back, Nathan got a dog after Natalie had to surrender her new cat; Velvet that she got from the Durango animal shelter. What I didn't expect, was to get a pit-bull mix. She was pretty with the black and white but she talked a lot with moos. I knew Nathan wouldn't take care of her nor pay attention to her after a while of getting her. I liked Shyla because she had a different personality, she was full of energy and was funny. She didn't deserve to be left out on a chain on summer nights. She needed a good home with a family that had space and a yard. She needed someone who could walk her. Shyla had ran away a few weeks later but came back 30 minutes later. I remembered that Candy had done that a few times but I've never seen a dog that was so athletic that she could outrun a cheetah in Africa. When Shyla returned, she needed a large amount of discipline. She started walking all over Natalie with no boundaries and making sure Natalie was out of energy. But she didn't stop for Natalie to rest, she wanted to play another round of tug-of-war. Shyla would bring the toy to Natalie while she sat down. Instantly, Natalie got Shyla trying to reach up and grab the toy out of Natalie's clutch when she would jerk it higher than Shyla's reach. I watched her do that too-slow game to Shyla just for my entertainment. Then, I would take a turn to play with Shyla and give Natalie a break. The poor girl had been to the gym for 45 minutes and worked out hard on the treadmill. As I was playing with Shyla, I noticed Shyla had quite a grip. It was like trying to play tug-of-war with an alligator because that dog had a strong, tough grip. About 30 minutes later, Shyla gave up and laid down on the couch. I had finally exhausted Shyla in a game of tug-of-war. I had imagined I had more energy than Shyla. I put the toy on the table and had a seat next to Natalie and said "And that's how you exhaust a dog with tons of energy. I told you I could tire her out like that. Natalie gave me this tired but I'm-quietly-proud-of-you look on her face. I chuckled quickly. I had out-powered Shyla good enough.

That evening as we went into town, we stopped at the gas station to get me fed with gasoline. Our next stop was going to be Wal-mart because Jan needed to buy BOOST drinks while she's pn the run for the weekdays. Natalie was talking about treating Nathan to some new shirts to wear for the week. After I ate my gasoline meal, we pulled into the busy parking lot to Wal-mart. I prepared to wait 45 minutes for them to go shopping. I found out I had to wait only 30 minutes because I saw them coming out with a cart of groceries. Natalie and Nathan were loading the groceries into the trunk while Jan was let in to sit down. She was tired. It felt heavy from all those groceries weighing my balls to the ground. But it turned out, it didn't weigh me down. I was able to get it home with no problem. When we got home after Wal-mart, Natalie grabbed about 15 bags of groceries out of the trunk. Nathan told her and kept telling her to bring in 5 bags at a time. She didn't listen and kept bringing in all the groceries she could handle. After bringing in the groceries, I got a few side rubs from Natalie while Nathan tried on his new shirt. It was a black DEADPOOL Shirt that said "I have Issues" which matched Nathan so well. Recently, Nathan bought the movie "Deadpool" from Safeway and he just loved it. I've seen it once and thought it was pretty raunchy for me, but good for one time. There was a part in the movie where it reminded me of Impa and what he would say. Impa has had that personality that Deadpool had in his eyes. He said the same crude things Deadpool used once. Gonzo and I were even shocked that Impa would say such things but all that was 40 years ago. I didn't remember why Impa said that or who it was to. But besides my point, Nathan and Natalie would watch that movie over and over on occasional nights.

That very next day, Nathan was wearing his new Deadpool shirt. Natalie bought him another one that was white too but she didn't know why he wasn't wearing it. I wouldn't get to see the white shirt on him to know how Nathan liked it. Natalie had asked him "Why aren't you wearing your Beavis and Butt-head shirt?" Frankly, Nathan responded to her "It's hard for me to keep whites clean. Every time I wear them, they get stained." I looked at Natalie and remembered the last few white shirts that Nathan had were stained with something impossible to get out. Natalie told him "Well, if you aren't going to wear it, then I might as well wear it myself." Nathan chuckled as if he didn't mind. Natalie enjoyed wearing T-shirts better than those mule-twisted tees that were for sixth graders...not that I've ever seen or had a problem with her wearing them. I liked her in whatever she had in her closet; pants with a large tee, shorts with a t-shirt...whatever she owned.

A few weeks later, I noticed it was almost time for the Brookside park to have its annual car show. I had to look spiffy and clean for the judges to see. Natalie was already getting a hop on it. She vacuumed my interior out and did everything to get me ready. She worked hard to get the dirt out and the ashes that were in my ash tray from when Jan emptied her ciggs. After a few "Ows" and a lot of "Take it easy. you're hurting me" cries, Natalie was done vacuuming the interior.

A day before the car show, Natalie gave me a bath and scrubbed me down with soap herself. I had to say, it was the best bath I ever gotten. She wore shorts that she sewed together out of her old pants and wore a long t-shirt. I got a little excited and said "Now all you need to be wearing is a shorty-short shirt with a bikini bottom and you'll be all set." I chuckled after I just imagined Catherine Bach's body with Natalie's face on it. Natalie gave me a strange but silly eyes and said "Oh sure, yeah right." She was more confidently happy about her figure than most husky girls. Natalie was my kind of girl with that-girl-as-good-as-she-looks personality. It was like a whole new spunk for me.

Natalie was very thorough when she scrubbed. It felt good as she scrubbed my hubcaps and tires hard. It was like getting a finger massage in hot coconut oil. She gave me a better bath than Nathan and it wasn't normal for Nathan to allow other people to wash any of us three cars. I hated the part where I was sprayed down with a high pressure of water. Now as for the washing part, Natalie loved to use a sponge with soap on it. Next time, if I wanted a bath, I wanted Natalie to do it from now on. That night, Sonic was having a classic car party because it was registration night. I got nervous I wasn't going to be able to park next to Robin this year. I remembered there was a time when I didn't get to do that. I've been parked and seated next to strangers that were terrible. I was used to being close to Robin and I didn't do so hot with strangers. In 2015 of summer, I almost had a fight with an Oldsmobile and I didn't want to go through that again.

[captainredfoxthings]

Ch. 2, Precinct 1:

Nick slurped at his blueberry smoothie and played with his loose tie. He always wore his ties lose, wanting to have that relaxed demeanor. The only time he wore his tie tight and proper was when graduating at the Academy. He did so, feeling that it would be important to Judy to see him look decent for once.

Judy was back in the driver seat, and they headed to Precinct 1. The lynx they had apprehended was to be booked and put into holding.

Nick stopped playing with his tie and picked up the vial with the blue powder in it. He held it up to the light to examine it better, letting the blue powder slide back and forth in the vial. "What do think is this stuff?" Nick curiously asked Judy.

"I don't know?" Judy said without looking at the vile, not wanting to take her eyes off the road. "And I don't think our friend in the back is going to help."

"I already told you, its head cold medicine. I have a prescription for it in my pocket."

"Oh? What doctor?" Nick mockingly asked.

"From Dr. GoFuckYourself!" the lynx said harshly.

Judy slammed hard on the cruiser's breaks. The lynx was thrown forward, having his face make full contact with the plexiglass barrier. Nick, who was slurping his blueberry smoothie at the time, had his snout forcibly dive into the cold treat.

"Oops, sorry." Judy sarcastically said with a smile on her face.

She gave Nick and the lynx a minute to readjust back in their seats before she pressed down on the accelerator pedal. The lynx moaned in pain in the back of the cruiser. Nike's aviator glasses hung by one ear and his snout now covered in the blueberry smoothie.

"How about next time a little bit of a warning for your partner, Carrots."

"Sorry, Nick. But you can thank 'Mr. Pickpocket' in the back for that" said Judy, putting a heavy emphasis on 'Mr. Pickpocket.' She turned to her partner and let out a loud chuckle seeing Nick's snout covered in his blueberry smoothie. She tried to hide her laughter by putting a paw over her mouth.

"What's so funny?" Nick asked.

"You. You, dumb fox." Playfully she said. She leaned over and wiped off some of the smoothie that covered his nose with a pawed finger. She smiled and licked the smoothie from her finger.

"Hey, you still got your smoothie to finish," Nick said with that sly smile of his. Nick opened the glove box and pulled out some napkins. He wiped the smoothie off his blueberry covered face and adjusted his aviators back on correctly.

Precinct 1 was at the center of Zootopia, where Judy turned in and parked their cruiser. They grabbed their smoothies and hopped out of the car. Nick opened the back door and led the lynx out and towards the wide glass doors of the precinct. Judy slurped at her smoothie and skipped behind them.

At the front desk, Clawhauser was at his usual post. He was munching down on a sugary glazed donut that he had gotten from one of the many pink bakery boxes beside him. Clawhauser, seeing Nick and Judy he shoved the rest of the doughy treat in his mouth.

"Hhmm ghhmms" he mumbled, mouth full of donut.

"Clawhauser, swallow first. Please." Judy addressed the over friendly cheetah.

He took a hard swallow before trying to talk again. "There's the precinct's best and cutest looking couple." He said so happy and perky.

"Hey there spots," Nick said.

"Clawhauser, you know we're just partners, at least when we're on duty. And what did I tell you about the "C" word?" said Judy, a bit annoyed at how forgetful Clawhauser can be at times.

"Oh, that's right, I'm so sorry." Clawhauser gasped. "I forgot about the deal the two of you have with Chief Bogo." He said, scared that he might have just gotten the two of them in trouble. If there's one unwritten rule at Precinct 1, it is to never end up on Chief Bogo's shit list.

It was no secret to anyone at the precinct that Nick and Judy were more than just partners on the force. They had been dating each other for a good year now, and unfortunately, the department doesn't like the idea of officers dating and being partners with each other. Though, Chief Bogo had made a deal with the two dating officers. They could continue being partners as long as it did not affect their police work, but one violation of that contract and he would separate.

Judy remembered it like it was yesterday when Nick had finally asked her out on a date. It wasn't more than a month or two after he had joined the force. He wanted to bring her to Savanna Square's central park and treat her to a nice picnic. The thought was so sweet to her; she couldn't refuse.

She agreed but had strongly insisted that she would cook and pack the food herself. Afraid that Nick would do a lazy job in preparing their picnic lunch. Besides, being a bunny from Bunnyborrow, picnics were a pervasive thing. Picnics were always something she, and most of her brothers and sisters had helped her mother preparing.

She spent most of that previous night, before the date, cooking and packing their picnic lunch. She had made a small platter of steamed vegetables for herself and a crunchy cricket dish for Nick. Though the big surprise was the blueberry pie, she had baked for dessert. Something she knew Nick would be overly joyful when seeing the delicious treat.

The day of, Nick came by and picked her up and brought her to the park for their date. He found a great spot under a tree for shade; and yet, still feel the warmth from the sun. An old blanket that Nick had brought was laid out for them to lay on.

Judy sat the basket down and took out the cooked platters she prepared the night before. She can still remember the wide eyes and smile Nick gave once he saw the blueberry pie. He reminded her of a kit on Christmas morning. Nick had surprised her as well, by presenting her with a nice bottle of wine to go with their meal. Though forgetting to bring a pair of glasses to pour the wine in, they simply just passed the bottle back and forth to drink.

They had sat in the park, for what felt like hours, enjoying their picnic lunch and just talked to each other the whole evening. Nick had opened up to Judy and told her, since meeting her and graduating from the academy, he had finally gotten back in touch with his mother after running away from home when he was a teen kit. Judy also opened up painful memories. Telling him all about her first time trying to be a police officer and standing up to Gindon, which resulted in getting three scars to her left cheek.

One could easily blame the wine that they both were heavily drinking, as to why they were opening up to each other. The truth, however, was that Nick and Judy felt safe around each other, and they knew it. Nick leaned over and caressed her left cheek where the three scares hid under her fur.

When the evening had grown late, storm clouds had started to form over head. They decided it was about time to pack up and start moving. Once all packed back into the basket, Nick held Judy's hand and led her through the park.

They came across Nick's old living spot under the bridge. He told her that he was happy to see it again, which Judy was a little surprised to hear. When she asked why he told her it was because it reminded him of how far he's come since meeting her. It was also, he said, the place he knew she had feelings for him. Hearing Nick say this made her ears and cheeks blush red. She remembered that day under the bridge, pouring her heart out for Nick's forgiveness.

Without warning, lightning struck the sky, followed by the loud 'crack' of thunder. Torrential rains poured down on top of them, drenching their fur. Nick grabbed Judy's paw and quickly led her under the bridge.

Safe from the rain, they were now dripping wet. Nick smiled and couldn't stop himself from telling Judy how cute she looked all wet. She gave him a quick slap on the shoulder for using the "C" word.

When she started to shake from her wet fur coldly, Nick wrapped his arms around her to give her warmth. She smiled as she could feel the heat radiate off his fur. Judy looked up at him and wrapped her arms around his neck. She brought him in close and gave him a long passionate kiss. The sky lit up with lightning and the loud 'booming' of thunder, and as the torrential rains poured around them, they held each other and kissed, knowing that they loved one another.

"Don't worry about it Spots," Nick said, snapping Judy back to reality still standing in front of Clawhauser's desk. Nick turned to Judy, who still seemed to be in some trance. "Come on Carrots. Let's book this guy and get going."

Nick and Judy proceed to book the lynx. The cat had his paws inked and put on file. He was placed in front of a wall and had his profile picture taken. Once done, they led him to a holding cell, where a few other arrested mammals are held.

"Ready to get back out there?" An enthusiastic Nick asked.

"Not just yet. Do you still have that vile of powder we picked off our perp?" She asked. Nick could see an idea contemplating in her head.

"Yeah. Think I got it right here." He said and dug into his pockets to retrieve the vial of powder.

"Great," Judy said as she snatched the vial from Nick's hand.

"Come on Carrots, what's turning inside that head of yours?"

"Nothing that an officer like you wouldn't be able to figure out." She laughed. Vile in hand she fled off down the stairs into the precinct's basement. Nick 'sighed' with a smile, and followed his partner.

Judy made her way to the forensic lab in the basement, which was located right across the department's corner morgue. One of the most brilliant minds in Zootopia ran the forensic lab, Dr. Basil.

Dr. Basil had earned a masters in biology, chemistry, and criminology from the Oxford University in London. The academy, Judy graduated from, and other prestigious Universities were always trying to have him give lectures. He also happened to be a great player of the violin on his spare time.

Judy walked through the forensic lab's double wide doors looking for the great doctor to help her. Nick, with no say in the matter, followed behind. Standing at a table, back turned to Nick and Judy, was a female cheetah in scrubs.

"Dr. Basil?" Judy called out.

The scrubs wearing cheetah quickly turned around. In her outstretched hands was a mouse in a lab coat. The great Dr. Basil.

"Ah, Judy. So glad to see you my dear." Dr. Basil, the mouse, said in his thick and fast talking British accent. "What can I do you for?"

"Well, I was wondering-"

"Hold that thought."

"Oh, uhh okay." Judy said, a little taken back.

"Terra, turn me back to the table" he ordered to the cheetah, who quickly did as she was told. "You will have to excuse me for a second. I'm in the process of testing a soil sample I've been given. If I'm correct, the chemical fertilizer in this soil sample found on the boot of a robber suspect Officer McHorn brought in, should match the very specific chemical fertilizer found in the soil that only one luxury home uses in the Rain Forest District. Which, just so happens to have been robbed" Basil said as he dripped some unknown chemical to a Petri-dish filled with soil. The soil started to foam green as the chemical dripped on it. "Which now, my hypothesis, has been proven correct. Terra, if you may, please leave me on the center table and go inform Office McHorn that he may now charge his suspect for breaking and entering."

"Yes, Sir." The cheetah said. Placing Dr. Basil on the center table and heading for the double wide doors. She stopped and turned to ask, "Office McHorn is the…"

"He's the rhino, my dear. His name should have clearly explained that." Dr. Basil explained in a brash tone to her. As brilliant as Dr. Basil was, he could at often times come off brash, longwinded, and a bit arrogant when he is engaged in his work, studies, or with one of his fellow colleges.

"Of course. Sorry doctor." The young cheetah girl said as she ran out the doors.

"New intern, I see," Nick said.

"Yes, she is." He walked to a small mouse size table and grabbed the bow from his violin. "One of the more up and coming students with great promise and potential in the field of forensics." He said, twirling the violin bow in his hands. "Imagine, if you will," pressing the bow to his temple, "to transfer my knowledge into her brain along with her natural speed as a cheetah, she could be solving crimes before they even happen… in unrealistic theory of course. But, you understand right? Science can be a crucial time game, and no one has less or more crucible time then forensic science, where every second could be life or death, or the capture of a criminal before he escapes." Basil said swinging the bow back and forth.

"Alright, alright, I get it. Science is important, knowledge is power, school house rock, and all that jazz." Nick said mockingly, throwing is hands out to stop the mouse from giving anymore of a lecture.

"Now, Officer Hopps. What can I do for you today?"

"What? Oh! That's right." Judy almost forgot why she had come down to see him. She held up the veil to show Dr. Basil. "Nick and me, apprehended a thief today, but we found this in his pocket. Was wondering if you could run some test on it and see exactly what it is?"

"Very interesting," Basil said, introspecting the blue powder in the veil. "You are the third person to come to me with such a substance."

"Really?" a perplexed Judy said.

"Yes. Officers Nala and Wilford brought in a similar substance yesterday evening, and late last night Officer McHorn brought down a vile of the same stuff when he arrested his robber suspect. I will admit, it was not at the top of my list of importance. Believing one or two samples as nothing to be alarmed about, but mere coincidence. However, as the saying goes, two is a coincidence, but now three is a pattern and at a rising rate it seems." He said as he tapped the tip of the bow against his forehead. "I believe that more officers will be walking through those doors to test the exact same substances that you two have brought me. I will get started on it right away, but don't expect any result on it today" Dr. Basil said.

"I thought you said that forensics was time sensitive?" Nick mocking him, with the mouse's own words.

"It is, but I don't have a magic wand to wave around and get an immediate answer." Dr. Basil snapped back, waving the bow like a wand.

"Are you sure? Because I've been watching those wizard movies based on the kit books, and it appears that everyone in England has a wand to use magic with." Nick joked.

"Nick stop it" Judy pleaded.

"Unfortunately, Officer Wilde, I live in the real world where facts are placed above fantasies such as magic and wizards." Dr. Basil said with an irritated tone at Nick.

"Well, thank you so much Dr. Basil" Judy jumped in to break up the two.

"Please officer, no need to be proper. Just call me Basil, or Mr. Basil if you need to. The only one I have call me doctor is my intern as I am her superior." Basil said, a smile returning to his face.

"Well that's good to know, and we do appreciate it Basil," Nick said.

"You, call me doctor," Basil said, violently pointing the violin's bow at Nick.

"What? How come I don't get favoritism?" He pleaded with a hand across his chest. He looked at Judy, who couldn't help but just smile at Nick. Knowing that Basil liked her more than him. Terra, Basil's intern, returned back from her orders to go speak to Officer McHorn.

"Ah, Terra. You have returned in a timely matter, for we have new work to do." Basil said to his frantic intern.

"Y-Y-Yes doctor."

"Well, we're going to leave you to it. Again, Basil, thank you so much, and please get back with us if you find anything." Judy said backing up to the door.

"Oh, I will my dear. You can count on it." Basil said.

"Uhh, Mrs.- I mean officers Hopps and officer Wilde" Terra spoke up. "I was told to tell you that Chief Bogo wanted to see you both in the bullpen."

"Great. Can't imagine what big buffalo butt wants now" groaned Nick.

"Thank you, Terra," Judy said sweetly. "Come on Nick" Judy harshly grabbed Nick's loose fitted tie.

"Take care of yourself interning for this one, Terra" Nick called out to her as he was being dragged out by Judy.

"Take care officers!" Basil shouted out to them.

Nick and Judy made their way to the bullpen as ordered. They entered the room, but something was not right. The lights were turned off and the blinds were drawn down, making it the room completely dark.

"Nick, I can't see athing,." Judy said.

The only light source came from the open door way, which suddenly slammed shut. Nick and Judy stood there in complete darkness before the lights flipped on. Standing around in a semi-circle was all of their fellow officers.

"Surprise!" they shouted.

Judy became spooked and made a quick reach for her tranq-gun. She tried to process and understand what was happening, her eyes darting back and forth. Nick just stood there with a confused look on his face.

"What… what is all this?" Judy finally asked.

Clawhauser stepped forward wearing a cheap looking party hat and holding out a white cake that read 'Happy 100th' in red icing. "Turns out, that the pickpocket you two arrested today, counted as your hundredth arrest with the precinc," Clawhauser said.

"So some of us, Clawhauser, decided to throw a little congratulation for the two of you." Nala, the female lion said putting emphasis on Clawhauser's name.

"Look, we even brought up the crook that made it possible." Said Wilford, the gray timber wolf and Nala's partner, bring forward the lynx. The lynx had his hands cuffed behind his back but was now wearing a cheap party hat on his head, like the one Clawhauser had. The smiling cheetah blew a party blower right next to the lynx's ear, which shot out and slightly smacked the lynx in the face.

"Man, how does this not count as police brutality?" the annoyed Lynx asked.

"Be good and you'll get cake." Wilford bargained with the lynx.

"What kind of cake?"

"Dude, its cake or a cell? It's not that hard of a choice." Wilford said as he gave the lynx a look of disbelief.

Nick and Judy just looked bewildered at the whole celebration their cohorts had thrown for them. "I'm surprised you all were able to arrange this so quickly," Judy said.

"Again, mostly Clawhauser" Nala said rolling her eyes toward the cheetah. "In fact, all of Clawhauser."

"I am just so good and happy when it comes to throwing parties, and I have all the closets bakeries on speed dial," Clawhauser said with prideful excitement.

"What's going on in here!" boomed the voice of a certain water bison, who slammed the bullpen door open. Everyone scurried seeing their chief standing there in the door way, with an annoyed look on his face. Clawhauser quickly pulled the party hat off his head and tried to hide it behind his back. Everyone else stood silent and turned away not wanting to make eye contact with the angry Chief Bogo.

"Oh, Chief. Uh, we were, we were just throwing a quick congratulation party for Officers Hopps and Wilde. They just apprehended their hundredth criminal." Clawhauser finally spoke up and smiled hoping all would be okay.

"Who cares" huffed the water bison. "As far as I'm concerned, all of you have work to do. So, get, going, Now. And why isn't that prisoner in holding?"

"Right away sir." Wilford saluted and pushed the lynx to the door.

"Hey, you said I would get a piece of cake."

"Cheese and crackers, I'll bring you a piece later," Wolford said annoyed.

"Well, what are you all waiting for? Back to work!" Bogo bellowed to the remaining officers.

"Yes, sir!" They said in unionism as they all scrambled at Bogo's orders.

The day was finally coming to an end. Nick and Judy were at their desk, trying to finish the paper work on their pickpocket thief. Nick was actually done, having finished a good thirty minutes before Judy. Knowing Judy, she wanted to make sure everything was all so by the book and precise.

"Done" came from an enthusiastic Judy.

"About time Carrots. Unlike you, I'm not fond of spending the night at the precinct." Nick hawked at her.

"Sorry, but some of us actually like looking professional."

Judy felt Nick lay his head on top of hers, separating her ears apart.

"What makes you think that I'm unprofessional?" He said playfully, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Gee, I don't know. There's so many to chose from." She playfully pondered at Nick.

"You know you love me."

Judy looked up at Nick. "Do I know that? Yes, yes I do." She said, wrapping her arms around Nick's neck. She brought him down close to her and gave him a passionate kiss on the lips. Nick gladly returned the favor to her.

"So, my place or yours?" Nick asked slyly.

"Well, as much as I enjoy your place, how it's so small with hanging pipes you have to be careful not to hit your head on. My place is closer and Bucky and Pronk should be gone for the evening at some class."

"Your place it is then," Nick said and lifted Judy up over his shoulders. She couldn't help but giggle with laughter at his actions. She playfully kicked her feet out trying to escape. Though, if she wanted to escape, she could easily do so; especially against Nick.

"Nick, what are doing? Stop it?"

"Nope, not till we're back at your place." He said and carried her through the precinct on his shoulders as she playfully laughed and slapped his back. Turning a corner, Nick looked up at a large muscular water bison standing in his path.

"Hopps. Wilde. I assume all work has been completed for today?" He asked, looking a bit annoyed. "Because I shouldn't have to remind you of the deal we made."

"No, sir. All paper work has been completed and filed away, sir." Judy said frantically, trying to look at the chief the best she could while slung over Nick's shoulder.

Bogo let out a loud long 'sigh,' eyes closed and rubbed the spot under his glasses. "Every well. Go home."

"Will do chief, we were just heading out" Nick tried to plea.

"Just go!" He said.

He didn't have to tell Nick twice. Quickly, he walked past Bogo with Judy still over his shoulder.

The moment they had made it back in Judy's apartment and closed the door behind them, they jumped at each other. Helping one another remove their clothes. Nick, in the heat of the moment, tore her panties off; which he would promise to buy her more later. Judy held him close and rubbed her cheeks against his fur. She wanted her scent to mix with his, and let everyone know that he belonged to her. She rubbed her cheeks against the fur on his chest and gave sweet kisses between each rub, and worked her way down his body. He was rock hard between his legs, which she rubbed and kissed just the same, if not more.

Nick grabbed her and tossed her onto the bed, which 'squeaked' and 'creaked' from the old metal springs. He climbed on top of her and buried his head in her chest. Drowning in ecstasy, she slowly pushed Nick's head down between her legs.

"Are you letting me enter your bunny hole." Joked Nick with a chuckle.

"Oh, shut up." She said with a laughable 'sigh' at Nick's immature manner and continued to push his head back between her legs. She moaned in passion as Nick worked his mouth on her. The night was still young, and the two were just getting started.

[emeraldcity2oz-blog]

National Things

For those of you who remember my first day in Oz, I ran into a psychic in the parking lot of the shopping center. He told me a lot of things, and ended by giving me a date where 3 good things would happen to me. I am sad to report that the day came and went in the past week, and nothing eventful happened at all. But here is a picture of money.

So...being in Oz, I have gotten really good at responding to certain questions that I get asked. One of my most common responses is, “I can’t really answer your question because the United States is so diverse geographically and culturally that it can’t be easily summed up.” That works on questions about religion, guns, food, accents, politics and more. Now, in the states, I will make generalizations, or regional remarks, but the conversations I have had with people here paint Americans as one homogenous group of people with certain traits and characteristics...which on the whole isn’t really true. Sure, we all drive on the right side of the road (hopefully), and we all have probably had a pie without meat in it...when it gets into deeper subjects, it is hard to generalize.

Now, some people don’t give up so easy on their quest, so they go down a few different routes. One option is to personalize it...so while the initial question might have been “Why are Americans so in love with guns?”, the follow-up might be “Do you own a gun?” or “What do you think about guns?”. Luckily, any gun related questions have only 1 right answer here, “I am not a gun owner, and I think they are too easy to get.” Everyone here is happy with that response and they move on. Luckily, you can usually tell what answer they are looking for by how they ask the question...and that shapes how I respond.

Another route people take is just turning the question into a statement. The initial question might have been “What do Americans see in Trump?” and the follow-up might be “You’re free to speak your mind, it is a free country.” or “I can’t understand how he became president.” At this, I just let them talk, and get it all out. Then, when it seems like they’ve finished the lecture, I try to steer to another topic of conversation.

A third route, taken less often, turns into a barrage. The initial question might be “Why do Americans eat so much crap?”, and the follow-up might be a combination of questions and statements without time to respond “I saw a study where they left a hamburger out for a week, and it looked exactly the same as at the start. Why don’t Americans stop eating so many preservatives and additives? I have never seen milk sold by the gallon before, who needs that much milk? Why would you let good coffee just sit and burn itself instead of enjoy it fresh?” Now, there is not a good response here. I usually try and reiterate my initial response about diversity...and then draw it into a regional conversation about how it is in Phoenix or Seattle (or any city I know of that might appease the subject)...ie: you’re right, we are bad on the environment, but in Seattle, we actually recycle and compost services (most places here don't compost, so that quickly ends that topic).

Ok. Now can you spot Murphey the cat?

Still on the subject of nationalism or patriotism...one thing I have tried to do since getting here is learn about Aussie culture...and it is also hard to sum up...especially since most of my friends have been foreigners with different skews on Oz. I have seen movies that some people say are iconic Oz films, while others disagree. Some iconic locations to some are a waste of time to others. Foods that one person recommend, another says it just junk. On the whole, people have agreed that I need to hold a koala, walk/hike on the Kokoda trail, see Ayer’s Rock, eat vegemite, and see the architecture of Sydney.

At work, I have a coworker who started at the same time as me, and is really the only person I talk to at work. At a staff meeting (where we did nothing productive), a few things came up that I had no clue about. Luckily she was there to translate. Since then, she explained netball and party pies and lamingtons, oh my! Yesterday, she made and brought me fairy bread to work. Now fairy bread is just plain bread...slathered in butter...and covered in hundreds and thousands...here are pictures...

It was not as bad as I expected. It kind of reminded me of a donut or a cinnamon roll...like...if you were craving something like that, but were at home and used what you had around you. It was doughy and sweet...but crunchy and dry...I felt like I needed to drink from my gallon of milk afterwards. Just kidding, they don’t sell milk by the gallon here. Since I had tried one bread thing, I figured it was time to try vegemite. Here are those pictures.

First, I smelled it...not a good idea. I almost chickened out. A coworker told me that different people prefer different amounts, and to make sure and use lots of butter. I first tried a very light dusting, and found it not horrible. Mostly buttered toast with a bit of a savory flavor to it. Having 1 more piece of toast and lots of vegemite, I figured, let’s try a slightly heavier coating. While I did finish the second piece, it was too much. Now I know, just a little is enough for me.

So...finally...after trying Aussie stuff, I learned that my coworker had never had a pie without meat. So...she is making me home made sausage rolls, and I am going to make pumpkin pie (I know apple is supposedly the most American, but my favorite is pumpkin)...but I have to figure out where to get the ingredients. And this led me to a question.

What would you say are the most iconic things of your country? Anything you think is unique and special to your country? Shoot me an email or comment on Facebook.

Hundreds & Thousands = Sprinkles

10 Weeks in Oz!

[jovialcollectorwhispers-blog]

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