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Chapter 4: New Arrival

(Shrignold's POV)

I woke to what felt like my huge teddy bear that I keep on my bed. However, when I looked up it wasn't my bear at all, it was the usual drunk lamp himself Larry. Once I realized who I was sleeping with and where I was I felt my face go hot and numb. 'Why am I sleeping in Larry's chest?' I thought to myself, internally screaming at myself as well. I felt my wings begin to rapidly flutter; practically uncontrollable. I was seemingly frozen in place; I wanted to move but my body didn't allow me to, I felt paralyzed. I just stared at him, my body not knowing how to react to the situation. He began to stir; Shifting his weight from one limb to the next. After some stirring he fluttered his eyes open. His deep-blue eyes with small hints of yellow and white stared back at me. I wanted to look away but, his eyes were so mesmerizing; like a starry night sky. His face had plastered a concerned look onto it. "You okay Shrigs?" He asks me, snapping me out of my daze. "Oh- erm. Yeah I'm fine." I said, the lump in my voice was apparent. I had managed to get myself up; Adjusting my position, sitting on my knees. Larry had also sat up; however, he propped himself up with his elbows. "What's with the red face?" He asked teasingly. "I- what do you mean?" I asked, shifting my body weight from one side to the other. "What I mean is your face looks red." He said, scooting closer to get a better look at my face. "My face isn't red Lars." I retorted, looking the other way. "I don't know Shrigs. Your face looks pretty red to me." He said, grabbing my chin to look at him.

(Larry's POV)

I grabbed his chin, turning his face to look at mine. His face had noticeably got twice as red. His breathing noticeably speed up and averted any type of eye contact with me. I chuckled a bit, finding his reaction funny. "Yeah your face is pretty red." I said, letting go of his chin. He didn't respond to me, but he did turn his head away. 'Damn it. Did I scare him? Did I hurt him?' I thought to myself. Thoughts raced through my head as I stared off into space. I was snapped back into reality when he had leaned on me. Though he was still looking away from me, it felt nice to have this type of friendship with him. His wings had begun to slow to a stop, folding back together once they stopped. I wrapped my arm around him, pulling him into a hug. My head rested on top of his, making sure that I wasn't pressing too hard. It was just me, him, and the comfortable yet awkward silence. While we were sitting there we heard Tony call for us. "Laurence; Shrignold get down here now." He yelled from what sounded like the bottom of the stairs. We both let out a groan, not wanting to leave. We begrudgingly got up from our spots and headed down stairs. Once we reached the bottom of the stairs we saw what looked like a coffin, a worm, twin siblings, two briefcases, a power generator, and a train. Shrignold seemed to be more focused on the worm looking one. After some awkward silence Tony had everyone to introduce themselves. Once everyone introduced themselves we were free to socialize again. Me and Shrigs turned to head back upstairs, when we were stopped by a somewhat whiny voice speaking to Shrigs.

(Shrignold's POV)

"Shrignold! It's been so long since I last saw you." A familiar voice spoke. Larry and I turned around to see the one and only Warren the "Eagle". "Oh hey Warren." I responded, getting a bit antsy. 'God damn it; why out of all people does he want to speak to me?' I eternally yelled at myself. "How have you been?" Warren asked, stepping a little closer to me. "I've been good.. how have you been?" I asked, my index and middle finger tapping against my thigh as I grew nervous. 'It's been okay. It's just I've been fired from my job again." Warren said, sounding a little sad. 'How the fuck do you even get fired from the seventh job you applied. Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if he had gotten fired on the first day.' I thought to myself. "Oh. Well I know you'll get back up on your feet at some point." I responded, not wanting to sound like a complete asshole. Warren had gone up and hugged me, with a big smile on his face. "Thank you Shriggy." Warren said, still holding on to me. 'Gross. The last time he used that nickname was when we split up; that's something I do not want to remember or be called at all.' I thought to myself. "No problem Warren." I said gently, patting his head trying to avoid touching any slimy parts. After some time he had finally let go; turning around and going back to the others. My face contorted into disgust. I turned around heading to my room. Larry trailed behind me as I practically ran up the stairs. Once I got to my room I started to grab stuff for a shower. "What was that all about?" Larry asked, closing the door behind him. "That's Warren. He's my ex." I say, walking into my bathroom. "Why did you look so antsy when the two of you were talking?" He asked, leaning against the bathroom door. "He always tried to bring his business related topics into our relationship and it was getting so overwhelming to where I couldn't handle it anymore." I said, sort of ranting to him. "Yeah, I can see how that can get irritating." He agreed with me. I proceeded to rant to him while I cleaned my body. I cracked the open and stuck my arm out, tapping Larry on his head. "Yeah Shrigs?" He asked. "Can you go into my closet and grab me some clothes?" I mumbled, a wave of embarrassment washing over me. "I thought you grabbed some." He said, as he went through my clothes. "I forgot to grab some. I just wanted to get the weird slimy substance off my body." I admitted, mumbling the last part. "Well it did look like someone rubbed hair gel on you." He joked, handing my clothes. "It's nowhere near a type of hair gel." I chuckled, closing the door to change. I skimmed over the clothes. He picked out hello kitty pajama pants, along with a red sweater with a peach colored striped pattern on it. After I reemerged from my bathroom, I flopped onto my bed. Larry had sat next to me running his fingers through my hair, cautiously avoiding the antennae on my head. I laid there; feeling an overwhelming comfort that seemingly wrapped me in a warm blanket of reassurance. I shifted my position to face him, while also curling up into the fetal position. We sat in the silence we created for each other. Neither of us uttered a single word. Just nice, comfortable, calming silence.