Doc's Story commish (incomplete)
Doc's Story commish (incomplete)
Large paw-like talons expertly did what they were trained to, the deep green eyes of the same being stared down at his handiwork. The wood colored fur of the griffin extended towards his notebook from a simple green shirt, feathers curled comfortably too his back. It was biology notes that should have been transcribed onto the paper before him, but instead little characters interacted and strange shapes and patterns were born along the margins.
Today his mind had wondered what his teacher, a large and educated looking bison, would look like with eyes crossed in anger, a spotted bow tie and an outrageously big tongue. The result left much to be desired but still, it was more fun to doodle than to listen to the man drone. With a little grin Harlco added little frustrated veins to the caricatures head, the veins somehow creasing in from just above his eye to in his mane.
A paw from his right bumped his hand which made him drag a graphite line threw the little doodle's mane. Startled and disappointed Harlco glared next to him into the eyes of his good friend Eric. The griffins stare lost its edge with the expectations in his friends eyes "Yeah yeah" he mumbled, re-adjusting his focus to the actual bison in the room.
The freaking otter always did this, it was for his own good of course, but still. The otter was the most conflicted set of personalities Harlco had ever seen. Fun and friendly, party animal, smart studier, quiet thinker, ambitious, focused, kind, strict and motherly. It was quite the list, and Harlco felt the positives and negatives all the time. How the guy managed to keep up his grades and have a life while STILL managing to never being totally stoned or wasted was beyond the griffin.
But he still loved and respected his longtime friends and started, grudgingly, to pay attention.
After a while the lecture ended and everyone started filing out of the hall. Harlco and Eric walked together in the general direction of their favorite on campus café.
"Dude, you really need to start paying attention in your classes." Eric instructed with a grin, "I mean seriously, do you actually think you'll be able to write a paper of Google information and not have him notice the distinct lack of minor details?"
"I know but it's not like it's every class! I just hate Bio, why the heck does a business major need a second science anyway?" he grumbled but with a grin. They had this conversation on a regular basis, and it was mostly true. Every other class he had at least a 'B', and in most classes he had a low or mid 'A' mark, but he just couldn't ever get into Biology like the Bison did, and most likely because of the bison. Professor Hale made no effort to make the class in any way enjoyable, but he DID still have to pass it.
"And the teacher is boring and strict memorization like science isn't your thing." Eric finished the classic list of 'excuses' getting a good natured punch in the shoulder from his semi-avian friend. "You know abusive friends don't get invited places." The otter continued.
The griffin stopped his attack with a hint of curiosity. "What did you have in mind before the hits?" he asked with a little grin.
The two of them had all sorts of connections around campus, but where Harlco was seemingly limited to who could get you WHAT, Eric was equally limited to who could get him WHERE. Harlco was the drinks and fun and discounted items, Eric was the party man that had his teeth in everything. It was a mutual respect of connections because the griffin kept them afloat financially and the otter kept their lives exciting. Neither really wanted to try living without the other.
"Chester Baker said something about a gathering at some bar." Eric stated rubbing his arm and starting to act over dramatic "OH! But this pain! I'm losing details..." he added, throwing his hand across his forehead like a fair maiden.
"Yeah yeah yeah, you little pansy." Harlco grumbled good naturedly. "What would ease the pain?"
The otter laughed but played along. "My backpack, its so heavy..."
"Sucks to be you." The griffin concluded, the two laughing the whole way over to The Coffee Hut.
"So you guys are coming too?" Sharron, a tan little cat with too many dyes in her hair, asked. "Chester has been bugging me to get more people to go, he doesn't want it to be a flop."
Annie, a black and brown border collie, giggled, "Your boyfriend is crazy Sher," she stated to the cat, "He knows that anything too big wouldn't really work right? Eclipse doesn't have a lot of casual seating as is so most people would be away from the table anyway."
The cat rolled her eyes, "Try telling him that, he just wants a high chance of getting a designated driver or something."
"Everyone always gets too drunk and gets a taxi anyway, cant he just do that?" Eric asked taking a seat with Harlco amongst their friends.
"Too cheap." The cat motioned offhandedly, "And where were you two?"
"That damned Bison kept us a few minutes late again." Harlco grumbled.
"Aww someone still sucks at science." The last of their friends, Allen, a German Shepard mix, mocked playfully; he sat directly across from HArlco at the bench right outside The Coffee Hut. The griffin shot him a dirty look but it melted into a smile.
"Stupid mutt don't mock me." He laughed, drinking some of his latte and quickly put it down as Allen stood up on his seat and put one foot on the table top like Captain Morgan.
"Is that a challenge?!" he declared dramatically.
"Oh Jesus you guys are still in kindergarden I swear. Not here!" Annie scolded, looking around to see who might be looking, "I don't know you if you do anything!" she declared.
"Its no use, they've ruffled each other's feathers." Eric sighed, drinking some of his own drink.
The five of them at the table had been friends since grade school and all just went on to attend the same college, the plan was to stay together at LEAST for their Liberal arts, Harlco and Sharron were the only ones with already set majors anyway. Sharron was always the quieter one of the girls, but she was in no way shy. She was a party animal, she was just soft spoken until you got her dancing. Annie was he strict, dramatic mothering type. She had universal connection and always planned out their outings. Eric was the 'cool' guy, always neutral, but always awesome. Harlco and Allen shared the 'goofball and immature little bother roles' as Annie had one day put it, but Allen was more than that. He was a star athlete with an amazing body that still never lost sight of his friends, even if sports kept him busy. College tennis kept him busy year round.
The two 'goofballs' always duked it out. In Kindergarten they had always gotten into little wrestling matches much too the teacher (and their parents) dismay. That is when they had learned the valuable lesson of 'a time and place for everything.' So naturally, college was perfect all the time.
"You're so punny." Harlco tossed, standing up on his bench, one foot on the table to accept the challenge. " So how do we settle this one?"
Allen laughed a bit giddy, "No idea, you call it." The dog breathed with a laughed, his built but still agile body just jumping with excitement.
"Bravery shouts?" the griffin asked, making the rest of their friends groan.
The dog nodded, "I accept."
"I'm OUT!" "Me too!" the girls left, scurrying away befor they could be involved. Eric just sighed and sipped his drink.
Harlco laughed a bit, "Aww come on stick around!"
"Screw you! You two are so embarrassing sometimes!" Annie shot back. "Eric text me later ok? We'll talk about the bar."
The otter nodded, and harlco swallowed in anticipation, "You first."
The German Shepard took a deep breath and let it out, looking around and laughing a bit, "Sorry sorry...ok..." he exhaled again and pushed his face towards the brown griffins. The rules were they had to get louder every time, first one to laugh or say anything other than the key word loses. They had to keep looking at each other and they had to be close as well.
"Penis." The dog started softly, barely more than a hushed whisper.
"Penis." Harlco countered at just below regular talking volume.
"Penis." The dog reacted like he was talking down the table.
"Penis!" Harlco called out to someone the next table over, never breaking the stare.
"Penis!!" The athletic Shepard called out to someone far away.
"PEEENIS!" the griffin demanded attention, already hearing people commenting on what the hell they were doing exactly.
Allen had a dopey grin on his face but pressed on. It was all or nothing. He took one big deep breath and shouted at the top of his lungs "PPEEEEEEEEEEEENIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIS!!!!!!"
The griffin felt his lips pick up, trying his best not to crack a smile cause that meant laughter. Allen's call had actually hurt his ears a bit. He was all in as well, with his superior avian lungs he thought he had this in the bag. "PEEEEEEEEEEEEEENNNIIIII...fuck..." Harlco lost, he burst into laughter and fell forward onto his friend, the pair of them laughing like idiots.
Being a flier, the brown griffin should have realized something. When something doesn't have its feet firmly planted on the ground you need wings to stay up. German shepherds don't have wings. Harlco fell forward into his friend, who, being on one foot, feel backwards like the next domino, the griffin going too.
Harlco landed with a thud on top of one of his oldest friends, the laughing cutting to a close. The two looked up, inches from each other once again, eyes meeting, lips but inches away...and laughed.
"Hahaha! You freakin' klutz!" Allen burst, eyes closed, head back and just lying on the ground. "oh...oh my god! Hahaha get off I can't-I cant BREATH!" he kept laughing.
"I'm sorry! Haha, learn to stand properly or something! Haha!" the griffin tried to speak clearly, rolling off the dog.
"I was challenging you! I had to stand like that!" the two continued to talk pointlessly between fits of laughing for a while, Eric all the while just drinking his coffee and just smiling at his two ridiculous friends.
"Ok, ok...I win." Allen breathed, standing up and offering a hand to Harlco, "Better luck next time."
The brown feathered friend took the offered paw and felt himself hoisted up to his feet, "Yeah yeah, off to practice already I take it?"
The dog sighed and nodded, "Yeah, coach has us on crazy times this week because of some wedding or something, hope I can make it out tonight."
"You better come I'll look stupid dancing If you're not there to dance terribly with me!"
"I'll try and make it there birdy." He stuck out his long pink tongue. "See yah, by Eric! Keep me posted, bird brain wont."
"Noted."
"Hey!"
But the dog was off at a jogging pace back to his dorm, Harlco hated when he had the last word. Calmly he sat down back with Eric and said nothing for a while.
The otter sighed, putting a hand on his friends shoulder, "You gunna be ok?"
The griffin nodded unconvincingly, "He was...I was ON him dude." He groaned, falling back on the ground, this time intentionally. He saw the lips of his good friend, and he wanted them. Harlco had had a crush on Allen Stare since highschool, and the dog STILL didn't know. "FUCK!" he growled at the sky.
The otter looked down to his currently grounded aerial friend, "I think the word was Penis."
"That too." Came a little laugh, Eric always knew just how to make him feel better when he was in a slump, but he was the ONLY one who could pull him from an Allen slump so flawlessly. (he was the only one who knew of his crush but that was beside the point) "Thanks for that."