Characters used: Myc, Tyler.
Pronouns: He/Him for both, masculine terms for Tyler and Mx for Myc.
Prompts:
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Myc was tired of climbing the ladder.
Why did the builders have to make the ceiling so tall? Why did his son somehow have to be up there at all times, like a strange spider?
Why did he even have a son? Myc thought to himself, as he tried to scrape Tyler off the ceiling with a broom, unsuccessfully.
He reached up with his "arm" and tried to grab Tyler, just to be bitten and hissed at.
" FINE, BE LIKE THAT YOU LITTLE SHIT. THERE WILL BE NO PLAYDATE WITH CAM IF YOU KEEP DOING THIS." Myc yelled.
Their neighbours looked at him through the window, annoyed yet resigned. Tyler immediately let go of the ceiling, bouncing down onto his bed.
"Sorry Father mushroom .. Can Cam still come over, if I clean my room..? " Tyler mumbled, he still seemed annoyed, but was pretending to be polite as he didn't want his "Cam privileges " to be revoked.
"Fine, but actually clean, don't just shove it all into your wardrobe, or under your bed, okay?" Myc said, and ruffled Tyler's hair.
End of story, 204 words.
