An Annual Pissing Contest?
There's a contest for peeing?
Luca tilted his head, golden eyes blinking in sincere confusion. He tried very hard to understand why a competition like that would exist, let alone be famous enough to be scheduled around. "So…everyone would watch?"
And just how would people compete?
He was mid-mental image when Xavier leaned in, his voice low and amused. "Luca," he murmured, "they didn't mean it literally."
"Huh…?" the little chipmunk frowned, still trying to piece it together.
"It's a figure of speech that means a pointless competition for superiority," explained the prince, who took the risk to unravel this one.
"At some point in time, boys stood next to each other to see who could do it the farthest, the longest, the highest, or more accurately."
"...And if someone could win in that, then they'd feel superior," continued Xavier, who couldn't have foreseen his fate.
"Oh." Nodded the shorty who was in deep contemplation.
Then a pause.
