This little mischievous male has an eye for:
There'll always be that one person that likes someone for their
Beauty
He thinks she is the prettiest thing in the world. He'll stare at her for hours, even though Karra shoots him a glare, since she's not really interested. Sometimes he'll confront her and use lame phrases like: "Can you fix broken bones? Because I think I've fallen in love with you." and things like that, since Karra's a doctor. However, she always gets angry at him, pushes him, etc. He never seems to take a hint. He'll keep coming back, thinking of new ways to woo her. He hopes to win her heart one day, and would never let her out of his sights.
(Approved by the owner
)
And who is he?
Galactik
Tik for short
Story:
"...And this is how the theory of relativity connects to the culture of modern American Parrapups." came a dull voice. Galactik leaned back on his brown, plastic chair. Looking up from his notebook sketchpad, he met the eyes of the most boring teacher he'd ever had. He wrinkled the fur above his beak. And all this just to drone on for most of our lives, wearing down our muscles for sheets of dyed paper. he shifted his glance to the most beautiful girl he'd ever met.
Looking at you is what keeps me sane in this dumb class. Tik cooed in his mind. He smiled, and lazy eyes glinted with delight at the sight of Karra. He looked back down at his paper, which had graphite strewn all over it, creating the image of Karra's beautiful form in a bikini. He felt a pang of something he couldn't place. Will she think I'm creepy for drawing this? he thought, just realizing how perverted it might seem. He slowly dropped his sketchpad on the hard carpet below.
"Galactik Van Drussel, will you please explain to the class what I mean by a 'shanty town'?" the teacher asked, this time in a more cheery tone. Tik could taste the frustration in it, though. He had just realized that he spent the last ten minutes ignoring his history teacher's voice.
Tik nervously looked at the clock, which read 1:31 P.M. Tik smiled. "I don't care 'cause..." he paused and let the dismissal bell to ring. He abruptly popped up from his seat. "It's Summer, fool!" he taunted.
Tik's teacher glared at him. "Do you find that funny, Mr.Drussel? Because I'm a highly trained professional who studied for a degree in a job specifically to teach-"
He didn't get a chance to finish before Galactik but in. "Yeah yeah, sucks to suck!" he exclaimed. He slapped his history books on the floor and kicked a globe.
He was the first to leave, since everyone was too shocked, so without struggle, he ran out of the door, ricocheted off of some lockers, and chanted "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" before storming across the halls and out of the main school doors.
Back at class, an unimpressed Karra rolled her eyes. "Mister Chavez?" she asked. She raised her paw, but answered herself without being called upon. "He knows he has Summer school, right?"
Mister Chavez sighed, and walked up to Karra, rubbing the fur on her head playfully. "Hopefully." he said. "But we'll have none of that from you, Miss Valedictorian."
Karra smiled. She stared at the dented locker that Tik had kicked just minutes before. Somehow, her heart felt full and she felt alive, but she ignored the thought. She blushed. No! she shouted to herself in her mind. No, Tik is an irresponsible, annoying, ridiculous little brat! she tried to remind herself. To keep her mind off of it, she squeezed the tip of the stethoscope that she carried in her duffel bag.His song is Galaxies by Owl City.
by me ^-^
also by me.
Dear God, I was terribly lost when the galaxies crossed and the sun went dark. But dear God, you're the only North Star I would follow this far!
