The vulture circles overhead with cold, calculating patience, while the walrus lounges on the rocks wondering if anyone brought snacks. As friends, there's a grudging curiosity here — the vulture finds the walrus's warmth mildly fascinating, like a nature documentary they didn't ask to watch. Romantically, though, this is a disaster waiting to happen: the vulture's unsentimental pragmatism will slowly drain the walrus's need for warmth and affirmation until there's nothing left but resentment and awkward silences. In bed, the chemistry flickers just enough to be confusing, but not nearly enough to save the rest of it.
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