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⭐Platform Boots (Platonic HomeBad)⭐

A/N: This is listed as "homestar and sb out shopping, what will they do" on FanFiction and AO3. However, its proper title is "Platform Boots". Yes, I'm krasholio, no this isn't copied/stolen.

Also, while not heavily emphasized on, this is a human AU.

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"C'mon Stwo-Bwo, It'll be fun!"

Strong Bad rolled his eyes to the sky and groaned. All day long, Homestar had been dragging him around town, making him go into a bunch of stores and crap. Game stores, hat stores, and even a fishing store, for whatever reason. Before leaving the house this afternoon, which by the way, the house wasn't his, it was Strong Bad's, he had asked SB if he wanted to go with him to go look at stuff downtown. There was a bit more than simply Bubs' concession stand in terms of shops downtown. The only reason he had agreed to go was because if Homestar did something stupid, SB would have the perfect chance to publicly humiliate him. In Downtown Free Country, there were way more people than just him, Homestar, his two annoying, crappy brothers, The Cheat, Bubs, Marzipan, Coach Z, Pom Pom, The Poopsmith, The King of Town, and everyone's blue little Homestar, Homsar. Most people in DFC lived outside of the little bubble the twelve of them lived in, so most people there weren't aware of Homestar and his wacky behavior. But it was hard to upset Homestar, even if there were a bunch of complete strangers laughing at him. But whatever.

As of now, they were standing outside of a brick building with a sign in the window that in big red letters read "EVERYTHING IN STORE 50% OFF, TODAY ONLY!"

"Look Stwong Bad, fifty pewcent off! We can't miss this!" Homestar babbled enthusiastically, pulling Strong Bad by one of his boxing glove covered hands. Even though he never actually used them on people he wasn't familiar with, Strong Bad still wore his gloves in public, just to show off. Homestar's hands were covered in bandages. Why, Strong Bad didn't know. He hadn't done that to him.

He guessed he hadn't really been paying attention, because next thing he knew, he was actually standing inside the store.

What kind of store was this? Strong Bad scanned the walls, looking for hints. A pair of grey sneakers, brown fluffy boots that Marzipan would probably wear, neon pink flip-flops...

"Homestar, are we in a shoe store?"

Homestar speed-walked in his usual fashion to the counter. "Hey lady, is this a shoe stowe?"

The lady behind the counter seemed to be rather unamused with her job. "Yes sir," she began unenthusiastically, "this is a shoe store. The sign out there reads 'M&As Shoe Department.'"

"Thanks, lady behind the countew!"

"No problem."

Homestar ran off to go see what was on the shelves. Strong Bad just sat down on one of the benches.

(Time skip)

Strong Bad must've fallen asleep for a minute or two, because he heard what sounded like Homestar calling him.

"Stwong Bad... STWONG BAD!"

"Gaah! Homestar, what the crap are you doing?!"

"What do you think of these boots?"

Strong Bad looked down.

Oh no. Why Homestar, why?

He was wearing a pair of sparkly pink platform boots with hearts on the straps. Homestar was already tall in height compared to him, but those stupid boots were making him taller.

Homestar was grinning at him, big brown eyes looking down at him, awaiting his honest opinion.

"They're dumb."

"But the good kind of dumb, wight?"

"Yeah, right. The 'good kind'" Strong Bad said sarcastically, emphasizing on air quotes, "of dumb."

Homestar smiled. "Thanks, Stwong Bad! I'm gonna go pay fow these!"

"Do you even have money?"
"Yeah? Mawzipan gave it to me fow my biwthday."

"Marzipan gave you money for your- nevermind."

"Thanks, miss! C'mon Stwong Bad, lets go!"

Strong bad sighed. Homestar had now put his usual white and blue sneakers into the bag, and was now wearing the boots.

They were definitely going to get some weird looks on the way home, but that crap didn't affect Homestar.