L.A.P.D. Male Bonding

[Acamapichtli Arroyo]

Most people steered clear of dungeon five because it smelled like a pile of dead rats. It was perfect. Churro had been wanting to show something to Mo since their first day back, but couldn't get rid of Melissa long enough. Although he knew nothing of its contents, he had the feeling that it was something for guys only, otherwise his grandfather wouldn't have flipped out when Churro's mom discovered a bunch of them under the old man's mattress. Whatever it was, he didn't want Melissa freaking out and getting all dramatic like his mom did. It was just like Abuelo said, there are just some things a guy has to keep to himself. In Churro's case, it would stay between him and his best bud Mo.

It was a miracle he managed to make it to the dungeon without bumping into Melissa or anyone else for that matter. He made up some bogus story about someone turning Neko into a cup and the wench fell for it, at least he hoped. The only thing left to do was wait for Mo, who was taking a dump when he was asked to meet Churro.

[Morse Macnair]

That dumbass better having something good planned..
Morse grunted, making his way out of the bathroom stall. Lately it was like every moment spent together. With melissa nagging and churro thinking up something stupid to do. Which normally he didnt mind but sometimes a mans just gotta have his space and do his own.. stuff.
He scratched at the scruff of his neck and climbed down the staircase leading all the way down to the dungeons. He couldnt help but wonder what he wanted them to do all the way down in the dungeons. Last time they were down here aside from attending class was the whole ritual thing which turned out to be... weird.

"... so.." he mumbled once by churro. ".. what'd you want?" he looked around and noticed one thing missing. Wonderbread. Hm. Part of him wanted to ask but the answer was pretty obvious. She wasn't invited.

[Acamapichtli Arroyo]

Wow he managed to spit out four whole words, El Muerto was in a rare state. You'd think he'd be all pissy and stuff since Churro interrupted his private time. Well whatever as long as he made it, Churro didn't care what kind of mood the guy was in.

"Ese, today we're gonna have our much needed amigo time! That's means no Wonderbread and her lame ass tea parties or whatever the hell it is she does for fun." He looked at his friend hoping to get some kind of reaction out of him or at least an indication that the kid has a pulse, but he got nothing. Typical Mo...

He dug into his bag and pulled out the magazine. "Alright let me explain first.." He tore the plastic off and handed it to Mo. "So the old man has a bunch of these locked in the bottom left drawer in his study and he always freaks out and gets all psycho when I walk in with out knocking. And another time, Mom saw one sticking out from under his mattress and SHE freaked out and went all crazy on him, and when I asked her what it was..she freaking ignored me. So the way I see it, if the rents make a big deal out of something and go out of their way to hide something, it HAS to be good. And being the sneaky batard that I am, I managed to snag this before Abuelo could check the mail.." Churro gave El Muerto a second to absorb everything that was just said, and took the magazine from him, holding it out for both of them to see. "Okay so..here goes nothing.." He gave a quick nod to Mo before opening the magazine to the middle..

"Well.....those can't be real..."

[Morse Macnair]

... amigo time?.
Well.. it did beat having to do a bunch of girly crap. But it wasn't like churro was any better with his little baking projects. He was just as guilty as doing girly crap as wonderbread was. And atleast she had an excuse, being a girl and all. whatever.
He listened to churro and watched as he pulled out a magazine. Something they weren't supposed to look at? ... didn't that normally mean something bad. o.o Still. he was curious so he took the magazine and stared at the cover before churro took hold and flipped it to the middle.

".. that--" he swallowed dryly. Definitely not real... unless girls were supposed to look like that... if thats the case then the girls up here must be defected..

[Acamapichtli Arroyo]

Well, he definitely understood why his grandfather kept the thing hidden. What he didn't understand is why the old man was so damn perverted. Old men were supposed to talk about the old days and play dominoes all day, not spend all their free time looking at nude women with fake parts. Dammit, he would never look at the guy the same EVER again. Damn, no wonder Churro's mom freaked out and didn't want to talk about it. Abuelo really was right after all, there some things a guy has to keep to himself. Churro would never snoop around his grandfather's room again.

Man, even Mo was a little freaked out. Thank GOD Melissa didn't come along. Her eyes would have popped out and rolled across the dungeon floor. Knowing her, she would accused him of knowing exactly what was in the magazine the entire time and wanting to corrupt her precious Mori- sempai. Churro was a lot of things, but he was no pervert...at least not yet anyway.

"Umm well.." he flipped the page hoping to find something a little less soul killing, but the images on the next page were even worse. "Wow, I never thought anything like that was possible.." He turned his attention to Mo, and wondered what was going in his head. "Ese, you wanna call it a day and save this for another time?"

[Morse Macnair]

He could see now why churros mom flipped out about it or why it was just a guys kinda thing. It was times like these he was really grateful melissa wasnt here. If she were here she'd.. just.. die.
Morse looked over at Churro then back at the magazine. The more he flipped the pages, the more.. worse it got. But even though a huge part of him felt like he shouldnt look at it.. it was like one of those things you couldnt help but stare at. Like those fat people at the beach who wore those bathing suits that revealed a whole lot of blubber.

".. yeah" he finally broke the trance adjusting his glasses properly on his face. It seemed like more than enough for one day.. or better yet, one eternity. He looked both ways briefly before returning his attention back to churro. ".. um.." he tried to find the right words for it. "find a place where Melissa wont look"

[Acamapichtli Arroyo]

Mo was right. It was best if they just went back to their dorms and discussed the whole matter another time. Churro needed to think some things over, one of which was how he was going to approach his grandfather about it. If he had time later, he was going to write him a long letter lecturing him about his little hobby and how weird it was.

Mo was also right about Melissa. He would have to find a new hiding place for it, somewhere she would never dare look. All hell would break loose if she got her hands on it. Churro wasn't looking forward to that headache.

"Yeah alright, let's go, ese.." he stuffed the magazine back in his bag, zipped it shut, and walked back to the dorm with Mo.

So much for amigo time...