☆ HE'S BEEN A BAD BOY ..
“The Discovery Cube, sounds like some fucked up torture device.”
“YOU sound like some fucked up torture device,” the elder Toreador shoots back before walking over the hanging bridge. “I have to admit, I am really let down by this childrens museum.” Their head snaps around as the other snorts and they quickly go to defend themselves. “NO REALLY. Look there are actually really decent children’s museums in Michigan and Indiana, buildings that are 5 stories tall. The one in Indianapolis has an upper floor with an entire construction area in it. I could have used the giant crane to bury you in fake rocks.”
Again the other toreador laughs. “That’s your idea of fun in a kids museum?” He lights up a cigarette and blows smoke up at them. “Thought we’d at least get up to something a bit naughty. Tagging the walls with johnsons maybe.”
“Pelting you with rocks is fun.”
“At least get a little randy for the night guards sake.” With a thump the elder lands right in front of Alex. Grabbing the front of his shirt they drag him down to their height and close their mouth around his cigarette, removing it from between his teeth before swallowing it.
“You’re going in the discovery cube.”
“wha-!!!” The older toreador lifts the younger above their head and begins to march towards said beeping cube of learning.
“NAUGHTY CHILDREN WILL BE SENTENCED TO THE DISCOVERY CUBE ALEX.”