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[plungeintofire]

You know what you must do.

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[saxophone]

The oatmeal cream pies, Sora. That's where I keep them. The pies and the cakes. All packaged to entice children. Why weren't you properly enticed???

You're exceptionally drunk. It's not okay and it's not ++ and I'm not happy with you right now.

[keymemory]

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don say that! come home, lets hug it out!

[saxophone]

I suppose I don't have much of a choice now? You really can't do things like this. I can't always leave work.

[ but since he's at his... second job, it'll be okay. this time. ]

[keymemory]

Ahhh don't come home! I'll be sobre 2maro! Don come home mad at mee!!

[saxophone]

That's not possible, Sora. I'm +++ upset.

[keymemory]

Oh man... thas so upset!

　(இдஇ; )

[saxophone]

I'm on my way.

lmfo that icon

[keymemory]

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b noice 2 meeeee tho!!!

sora should be quaking

[saxophone]

[ His arrival was immediately known. His keys were tossed and allowed to loudly clatter onto the coffee table. His sax case was dropped with a thud, but he immediately regretted that as it was soon followed by a curse. ]

Sora!

[ He sheds his blazer now, dropping it onto the couch and then unbuttoning and rolling up the sleeves of his button-up. It’s not because he’s going to be kicking ass. He just doesn’t want vom on it in case Sora starts spewing. ]

; ^ ; nuuuuu

[keymemory]

[ Oh, no. No no no! Sora lifts his head, rather recklessly as he bumps it against the cabinet under the sink. He had been painting his toenails on the bathroom floor —

because what else would he be doing drunk? They were a messy flash of dark purple, almost black. They looked pretty darn cool, if he did say so himself. Oh- yeah, whoops! Gren’s home and he is so mad at him right now!

His eyes are wide and he does his very best to be a good boy and keep quiet so not to give away his position; except, after that thought, he calls out to Gren (having forgot his super awesome plan of hiding). ]

Gren?!

[saxophone]

Come here!

[ Gren was not going to hunt Sora down. He stands in the kitchen, looking up at the top of the fridge which was jammed with boxes of The Good Stuff brand of snack cakes, his favorite. And a clever name as most of the cakes were generously stuffed with oozing cream. It truly was The Good Stuff. ]

Sora, you have ten seconds. One, two, three...

[keymemory]

[ Nope, he was not going to do that, nope he was definitely not going to… oh, Gren started counting. Sora scrambles to his feet, leaves the nail polish on the counter of the sink, and throws himself into the halway. He clashes against the wall with a soft complaint and scurries to the kitchen. He’s breathing heavily and his heart is up in his throat. He looks at the other with wide eyes. ]

[saxophone]

[ Good. Wide eyes. The better to read with.

He shoves a box of oatmeal pies into Sora’s face, tapping the brightly colored logo. The Good Stuff. ]

Can you read that for me? Hm? Go on, what’s it say?

[keymemory]

[ This is the weirdest moment right now, ever. ]

Uh.. pies?

Oat-- meal.. peys. [ He mumbles a bit. ]

[saxophone]

[ Gren jabs harder at the logo. ]

No, what does this say?

[keymemory]

Goo-

Great stuff? The Good Stuff! [ He's super unsure about reading this for Gren! ]

[saxophone]

[ Gren nods, satisfied. He slides a pie from the confines of the box and then places the box on top of the fridge with the others brimming with treats. The motion was very slow and deliberate. ]

Can you tell me where I just placed that box, Sora?

[ He asks as he pops open the pie's package and takes an angry little bite. ]

[keymemory]

Up there, on the fridge!

[ Why is he so upset with this pie? Sora watches Gren angrily teeth the pie. It was so vicious. ]

Wehhh?

not vicious!

[saxophone]

Do you see where I'm going with this? 'The Good Stuff on the top of the fridge.'

So, tell me why you thought I meant the dusty bottle of rum behind all of that?

[ He gestures with the pie, crumbs flying through the air. ]

muhahahahahaha u~

[keymemory]

Oh...! [ Now he's following along! ] Because I know where the cakes and pies are already! [ He chuckles, silly Gren-- trix r 4 keedz. ]

1/2

[saxophone]

Sora.

[ He's about to lose it! ]

2/2

[saxophone]

[ He takes a breath. He’s just a kid. Shaking his head, he finishes his crumbly pie. ]

...Are you okay? Do you feel sick or anything?

[keymemory]

[ Oh gosh, Gren's so scary! Sora brings his hands up to his shirt and tugs at it with uncertainty. He then looks down to his toes and sees the paint there. For a moment he considers (or does his best to focus) on what he is feeling. It's definitely not sick, that's for sure.

But sadness. Gren was so upset with him and it really made Sora feel awful. He looked up to the other man and stepped closer to Gren before he took a chance and wrapped his arms around the other. He smooshed his face against Gren. ]

Don't be mad..

[saxophone]

[ Gren is rigid with tension, but it only takes a moment of looking down at that crop of brown hair for him to breathe all of the tension out. He places a hand on Sora’s head, gently ruffling his hair. It seems like he never stops worrying about this kid. That is not an ordinary star, my son. That star is the tear of a Worrier. ]

...I’m sorry.

[ Of course he apologizes. ]

Just... promise me you won’t do it again.

[keymemory]

[ Sora looks up at Gren, his face is flushed and his eyes are bristling with tears. His heart palpitates and he takes in a shaky breath. He blinks up at Gren and his hands move up his friend's back to softly finger at Gren's hair. ]

It's okay, I won't do it again. At least not without you! [ The stuff tasted pretty bad, but the more he drank the less he could taste. ] Did I mess up your show tonight?