[center][h1]King Kong[/h1][/center]
[center]Location: Sweet Cream, Ice Cream Parlor, Tokyo, Japan
Interacting with: Open, Gamera [@Noxx] | Mentioned: N/A[/center]

Kong slowly chewed his ice cream-covered banana while scowling up at the sky when he felt the tremors of what could only be one of his kind stomping around. The being made herself known when she slammed into the sidewalk outside the Sweet Cream ice cream parlor. It was turtle woman, and the crater she had created in the street hardened the gorilla’s expression. Her careless and reckless behavior outside of battle was the reason why the Global Defense Force harassed the Kaiju so aggressively. As soon as Gamera ran inside, Kong grasped the edge of the overhang he was seated on and swung down. His massive form suddenly hanging down in front of the breezeway caused a few humans to halt in startle. One oblivious school girl ran face first into his back and comically staggered backwards to fall on her bottom.

“T-t-t-t!” she hissed, rubbing her skirt-covered bottom.

She blinked, watching as the gorilla of a man dropped down in front of her. She craned her head up his backside to his head, seeing only a pair of aggressive golden eyes staring down at her passed a barreled chest. A smile twitched on the girl’s face.

“[i]Go-gomen-nasai[/i],” she apologized in terror.

[b]Ay, Kong![/b]

Kong growled as he peered back at the woman he had been running from. He dropped his empty banana split boat into the school girl’s hands and briskly started walking away from the turtle girl only to abruptly stop when she was suddenly standing in front of him. Kong had to spread his arms to keep from running into her.

Glaring down at Gamera irritably, his teeth bared in irritation, he listened to her reasons for why she felt he should be involved in anything she intended to do herself.

[b]Something big is happening off the shore…It’s big and I know it’s coming soon, I can feel it, I know you don’t care much-[/b]

“Oh, you noticed?” Kong facetiously blurted. She continued regardless:

[b]…for the protecting till it’s your problem, but let’s think of it as you’re protecting that blond woman in there from possible harm.[/b]

She talked as though she knew all about him and it pissed him off. The blonde was the last person on earth to mention to him at that moment.

“Piss off. I don’t care about your problems,” Kong growled, crouching and leaping to a light post to climb up it before perching on its neck and springing onto the back of a semi-truck that was rolling by. Kong sat down cross-legged on the truck, willing to ride the thing anywhere that would get him away from the damn, do-gooding turtle.