𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕋𝕣𝕦𝕝𝕪 𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕖 {𝕋𝕒𝕣𝕫𝕒𝕟 𝕩 𝕆𝕔 𝟚}

꧁༒•𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔾𝕒𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕍𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖•༒꧂

The large barrels of beer clink as the crowd chatter. It was a dark eerie night for the customers in this tiny pub here in London. In the corner of the small pub remained undisturbed as a menacing interview took place about a certain couple. 

"Tell me more about...Tarzan," the woman underneath her crimson cloak spoke to an old man in front of her. 

"You want to know about Tarzan?" The man raised an unimpressed brow. "It'll cost you."

The man glanced at the butler next to the man, seeing him pull out a gold coin from the bag and handed it to him. The old man smirked, "What do you want to know?"

"Is he really as savage as they say?" the woman asked. 

The old man nodded, "Aye, milady. He's every bit of savage as the fiercest ape. It's all in the eyes! Cold-blooded and hungry like a beast."

The woman wasn't affected by the old man's threat. "Now when I get to the jungle, how will I recognize him?"

The old man leaned back on his chair and smirked as he tossed the coin into the air before catching it, giving a glint in his eye at the bag. The woman turned to her butler and nodded. The butler did just that, sliding another gold coin to the old man. 

The old man hummed, "Depends..."

"On what?" the woman asked but the old man only glanced at the bag again, irritating her more. She snatched the bag from her butler and roughly smacked it against the table. "Oh heaven's sake! On what?! How will I recognize him and on what does it depend?"

The old man greedily grabbed the bag and stood up. "Depends on how many other long-haired blokes in loincloths are swinging through the trees!" he laughed, about to leave but turned back to give her a warning. "But be warned, milady. I'd take care if I was you. It's not a bloke you want to underestimate."

The woman grabbed her cane and lifted his chin before dropping her hoody. "My friend, it is Tarzan who should not underestimate me."

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

Brook hummed, attaching a few of the last pieces of leaves to the table. It was a nice afternoon and Tarzan wanted to tag along, holding the table sideways while Brook worked. They were currently at Professor's camp as the man had few of the tools she needed. 

 "There," Brook smiled up at her husband. "All done."

Tarzan smiled, raising the table and setting it down. He looked at it closely, before wrapping an arm around Brook's waist and kissing her head. She chuckled, wrapping an arm around his waist too. 

Just then, a large mosquito buzzed and landed on top of the table. Brook grimaced and turned back as the professor was still looking around. 

"Aha!" the professor crouched to the ground and lunged at the mosquito. "You little–Gotcha!" He landed right at their table, breaking through the leaves.