You give Skipper a curious look as he approaches you with an almost nervous gaze.
"Y/N, I think I love you."
Your face melts into confusion, "Why?"
The oddly bashful blush could be seen from under the white feathers, "Because you're amazing, sweet, wonderful, hot, and well, you're just perfect."
You are quiet for a few minutes, every minute felt like hours to the leader penguin.
"...How?"
Skipper's expression morphed into frustration, "Dammit, Y/N, I just poured out my heart to you and sucked in my gut for ages. Just accept my confession!"
"Okay?" You reply, puzzled.