Wish You Were Here

Mercy Mercy Me

Naveen and Nithin tried unsuccessfully to fix the mouse, Nithin told him that it broke because he dropped it on the floor but Naveen knows he's lying. No way a mouse can break into 3 just by dropping it on the floor.

Nithin lied.
He had dropped it, stepped on it and has accidentally dropped it again. But there's no way he'd tell it to the flame eyed devil presenting itself in front of him.

"It-uh-you know"
"No. No I don't know. How did my mouse fucking break into three Nithin?"
"I dropped it" blustered Nithin
"Oh you dropped it? Dropped it did you? Even I've also dropped my mouse, BUT HOW DID YOU BREAK IT INTO 3??"

after getting (rightfully) screwed by Naveen, both of them sat on the sofa and tried to figure out how to fix it with the help of some random Indian guys YouTube video.

"I think the reason why it's usually Indians running this typa channels is because-"
"shut up"
"okay"

They continued their work in silence, often punctuated with Nithin's sighs of annoyance and Naveen clicking his tongue in frustration.

At the end what happened was that Nithin had to buy a new mouse for Naveen and was currently scrolling on Amazon trying to find a good one for both himself and Naveen.

Naveen was staring despondently at the mouse pieces in his hand.

At length he found a mouse, ordered it and sheepishly went to start cooking.

As they were slowly chewing their tomato upma, Nithin opened his mouth to ask a question.

"So-"
"Chew you food first. Fucking donkey"
Nithin shut his mouth and quickly chewed and in his haste in swallowing, it went down the wrong hole and resulted in him choking and seeing god for a second.

Naveen quickly got out of his seat and started aggressively patting his back, tutting at his carelessness said,
"How old are you huh? Basic manners also you don't know."
"Shut up" choked out Nithin.

Once Nithin was sure he had been wrenched from the cruel cold hands of death, he refused to touch the Upma. Citing the problem of it trying to kill him. This elicited a chuckle from Naveen.

He went to the fridge, (it was a mini fridge, they couldn't afford a normal one.) and pulled out the bottle of maaza.
"No, you're not drinking that."
"Woah. This is both of our money, I'll drink whenever I want."
"Yeah both, so I have equal share, and I'm telling you to keep it down."
Nithin opened his mouth to argue, but shut it and clenched his jaw. After a moment of silence of them both staring at each other, Naveen could see gears turning in Nithin's head.

"Fine I won't drink, but I need a favour."
"You want me to grant you a favour because you did the right thing?"
"Yeah."
"No."
Nithin let out a sigh of frustration and started,
"You know Naveen, this apartment is under both our names. Me and you both paid for it. So I deserve to hold a party here-"
"Wait what-"
Nithin went on,
"My friends are all mad happy that we finished the project, WHICH WAS VERY TOUGH BY THE WAY! ,and could potentially help us land jobs quicker, and like since the head of the group, I have been demanded to give a party, and who am I to disagree to the masses."
Naveens mouth was open listening to all of this.
"Wai-huh. Ok so you want to host a party here?"
"Yes."
"And if I said no?"
"Then I wont beat you up but my friends could."
"Are you threatening me Menon."
"No, no how could I Rao. "
"So you break my mouse-"
"OLD NEWS" hollered Nithin
"It's not old news"
"Yes or no?"
"Do I have an option? Or is this just for formality?"
"Just for formality at this point"
Naveen let out a deep sigh as if he was a 70 year old man contemplating which nursing home he'd be put into.
"My room is out of limits."
"Deal."
"And I swear to god if I see ANYONE puking here I will clean it with your face and wipe it with your ass"
Nithin laughed his agreement a!nd playfully choked Naveen and landed a smooch on his head, on his soft hair.
Naveen was left red and all flustered once Nothing walked away, laughing in victory.