Nikki and Reggie
"I just don't know why you have to be so grumpy all the time, that's all I'm saying, Reggie." Nikki scoffed quietly with a playful smirk. All day long she had to listen to this turtle whine and complain as he free-loaded on her back because, well, if they walked at his speed nothing would ever get delivered. Why he ever decided to be a messenger with his walking abilities, she would never know. Her tail flicked side to side as she laid in the soft grass beneath her, it felt good to rest. It had been such a long time since they had had a moment to just sit and rest, and did Nikki ever cherish it. Her eyes watched Reggie sigh in discontent over her words and rolled them at his response.
"Reginald." he corrected her, making sure she understood how much the nickname displeased him, as always, before proceeding. "And I am not grumpy, simply realistic." his face scrunched up in the displeasure he took in her criticism and the discomfort he felt in the grass that never ceased to itch and irritate his skin. He hated sitting and doing nothing, it was so anti-efficient. They were workers, not slackers, and he hated to feel contrary. In fact, he pretty much disliked the entire situation he was in. The sun was much too hot, making his eyes hurt, and all he was hearing was negative pish-posh from a raccoon. "And I am a messenger because it is my duty" he said, emphasizing the last word despite barely participating in the messenger process at all, "But I would thank you not to think such unkind things about me." In his mind, she probably thought those things on purpose to upset him. She would have known better than to not to in front of a mind reader.
"Oh jeez," Nikki responded, hardly moved that her thoughts had been exposed. "Well, can't take them back now!" a laugh escaped her lips, lightening the air a little and allowing Reggie to relax. But the laughter was cut short when Reggie perked up, letting out a stern, "We have another mission coming, I can hear him coming." Nikki sighed, and she had been so happy for her short break. They both looked up, Nikki following Reggie's gaze in the direction he had heard the thoughts coming from and seeing one of President Oxy's assistants coming towards them. Before he even had a chance to speak, Nikki stood up and shouted, "We're coming, we're coming. We know the drill." With a shrug and a shake, she lowered herself to allow Reggie to climb upon her back, "Let's go, Sir Reginald". Adding a fake air of snootiness and mocking Reggie's british accent as she claimed him 'Sir Reginald'.
Reggie snorted, allowing himself to let the snide comment go and get onto Nikki's back without the risk of her getting angered at a comment he may make about it and throw him off. No, he wasn't that stupid. Not like these simpletons around here. He sat quietly on Nikki's back, hearing her make idle chit-chat with the assistant taking them back to the president. Oh, what a glorious honor it was to be one of the esteemed trustees of the president. Not that he didn't work hard enough for it! Before long, though, they had reached their destination and presented themselves before President Oxy. Reggie, of course, making sure to hop off Nikki's back and make sure he was seen as separate than her.
"Mr. President," Reggie began, making a melodramatic gesture of himself, "And what is it we may do for you this evening?"