Is It Cold Down Here? (My Singing Monsters)

[Chapter Eighteen]

"Look at that asshole, prancing around all high and mighty," Tawkerr growled. "We all know what you did, Clamble."

"What'd he do?" Stoowarb asked.

"He called me an edgy bitch." Tawkerr scoffed. "But he's also knocked up almost every girl. He's a man-whore, a planty man-whore, who's chest looks like my grandma's best dress."

"I don't think you have a grandma." Stoowarb replied, rolling his eyes.

"My point still stands, I can't see why anyone would want to wake up to that thing in the morning." Tawkerr groaned, shuddering at the thought of it. "I mean, would you want to?"

"No," Stoowarb shook his head. "He's not my type."

"Okay thank god, there's still some hope for you then."

"...But Pango's pretty cute-"

"Never mind, there isn't."

Stoowarb laughed, and Tawkerr looked up at the sky. He pondered for a moment.

"So, why'd you come here?" He suddenly asked. "I came here because the people back home didn't give a fuck about me, and I wanted to escape the cold."

Stoowarb looked down at his feet.

"I was tired of being reminded of them."

Tawkerr nodded. "I get that, that's a valid reason to leave."

"I needed to start fresh, and this place looked pretty nice all decorated for Summersong, so I figured I'd come here."

"Yeah, then we flipped out when we saw each other." Tawkerr chuckled. Stoowarb snickered.

"You know, you're not nearly as bad as I thought you were."

"Really?" Tawkerr questioned.

"Nope," Stoowarb smirked. "You're even worse."

"Aww, thanks!" Tawkerr mock-gushed, causing Stoowarb to erupt into loud laughter. "God, fuck you too buddy."

Stoowarb gave a happy sigh, wiping the tears of laughter from all three of his eyes.

"Yeah, but seriously, thanks for not being a total jerk yesterday."

"Whatever, man." Tawkerr shrugged. "Word of advice, don't get used to it."

Stoowarb snorted, looking up at the sky.

"It is really pretty here, though."

"It's alright I guess." Tawkerr replied. "Cold Island was prettier. Plus, I've heard this place goes completely fucking volcanic once Summersong is over."

"I guess I'll have to go back to Air Island before that happens, then." Stoowarb laughed. "I figure around that time is when they'll stop talking about those-who-shall-not-be-named."

Tawkerr murmured to himself.

"Yeah. And I guess I'll probably head back to Cold Island, too."

He went quiet for a moment, and then glared.

"Whatever. Fuck this heat man, I'll be so ready to get back to the snow."

"It is hotter than usual for me, since Air Island is always filled with these nice breezes. Here, all we get is a hot wind." Stoowarb observed. "Plus, I kind of miss the feeling of standing in a cloud."

"Then it's settled, we both go back to our original islands after Summersong ends, so we don't leave the other here alone."

"Deal," Stoowarb smiled widely, holding his hand out to shake. "Shake on it?"

Tawkerr stared at his hand for a moment, before giving a smirk and shaking.

"Anything to get out of this place. Here, it's hot and I get ignored. At least on Cold Island, all I was was ignored."

Stoowarb fake gasped. "I can't believe you! Have you really forgotten about me that quick?"

Tawkerr snickered. "You know what I mean. I've never really had more than one friend at a time."

"Well, tell you what, I can try to introduce you to some monsters here, and we'll see if you can make some friends." Stoowarb offered. "It might be good to have more than just me."

"Yeah, I'd like to have a little more than just an airhead to lean on."

"Oh, get bent!" Stoowarb laughed, punching him in the shoulder. Tawkerr chuckled.

"Seriously though, it would be nice to have some friends for once."

"Well, anytime you feel ready, I can try to set you up with some people. There's bound to be someone you can hit it off with."

"Alright, just don't make it a bigger deal than it needs to be," Tawkerr fidgeted uncomfortably. "I don't wanna be some island popular guy."

"Don't worry," Stoowarb replied with a smile. "It doesn't have to be anything too big. Just a few friends that you can get along with."

Tawkerr nodded.

"I think I'd like that."

-

"Ugh!" Hoola cried out in frustration, slamming her fists on the table. "Goddamn these stupid non-residents!"

"Hoola!" Pompom gasped from out in the distance, walking over. "My gosh, what's gotten into you?"

"There's this stupid blue chick that keeps walking around and giving people dirty looks!" Hoola complained. "It's so annoying, and whenever I go to tell her to scram, she disappears into the shadows like some creepy ninja or something!"

Pompom gaped at her sister's merciless nature for a moment, and shook her head. "Hoola, she's probably just lost or something."

"Well why does she need to glare at people like a freak?! Does that involve asking for directions?!"

Pompom sighed. "By the way you described her, she doesn't seem like she's from around here. Cut her some slack."

Hoola groaned, leaning back into her chair.

"Whatever."

-

"And you're completely positive that you'll never, ever drink coconut juice again?" Tawkerr asked, raising an eyebrow. "I mean, the stuff is decent, but I don't know how you could get addicted to it."

"I don't even want to touch it," Stoowarb shook his head. "I might get addicted again and lose myself, and that's the last thing that I want to happen."

"Oh well." Tawkerr shrugged. "Just don't drink it religiously and you'll be fine."

"But it's kind of hard to control myself when I get into that kind of situation. My lips start salivating, and all that I can think about is delicious, succulent, glimmering coconut juice...shit, I want it so bad! Distract me!"

Tawkerr punched him in the face, causing him to groan and fall to his knees.

"Not like that, you cunt..."

"Sorry, bitch boy."

"Don't even."