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

The big ape was resting atop of the bus. His arms were crossed behind his head and his hat was lowered over his face to hide it from the sun and the drama. He could feel the disturbance in the air—a disturbance only evident when forces of nature were up to no good. It was when the bus took a sharp turn that Kong tensed a little. He rolled over onto his side until his hand snagged the edge of the bus to prevent himself from rolling off. His other hand reached out to snag his cap that had nearly flown from his head, and upon doing so, he briefly noticed two tiny women. Leaning back, Kong blinked a little unsure of what he had actually seen.

Returning his cap to his head, Kong peeked over the side of the bus to gaze through the window at the tiny women who appeared to be urgently flailing for his attention. Upon closer inspection, he recognized them to be the girls associated with Mothra—shobijin or something? Why were they trapped in a container? Wait, why did he care? He stayed out of the affairs of other kaiju for he preferred to be left alone.

Dismissively, Kong rolled back onto his back and grasping the bill of his cap, he pulled it back down over his face. His strong arms returned behind his head as he attempted to resume his nap, but no matter how much he tried, for some reason he felt guilt. He felt guilty leaving those fairies in that container to suffocate, die, or who knew why they had been in there. His lips cracked, bearing his teeth in disgust at his sympathizing behavior. It was unlike him damn it!

Snorting irritably, the gorilla uncrossed his arms and rolled over onto his stomach. Crawling across the roof of the bus, he reached the front and peeked down at the driver who seemed to be in a methodical trance. He had driven the same streets over and over again that it had become second nature. It had taken him a few minutes to notice the man staring at him. He blinked to clear the fog from his eyes, and upon making eye-contact with Kong, his face paled and he slammed his foot down on the brake.

Kong was startled by the bus suddenly stopping and squealing to a halt. The ape was sent flying, flipping through the air so that he could land on his hand-like feet in a crouch. The bus driver gawked at the ape’s show of acrobatics—he was a simian after all. Kong stood and faced the bus, walking back over to it. He approached the bus door and knocked on it.

“Open up for a second!” he demanded.

The bus driver slowly reached out to trigger the switch that caused the door to fold open. Kong stepped onto the bus, and didn’t even try to be indirect or keep his intentions a secret. He headed straight for the container that carried the shobijin, and woe to the person that owned it.