(coming back to this oneshots thing after like a year, and this was the first oneshot idea I thought of :yipee sfx:)
(also my writing style is kinda different now so sorry abou t that 😔)
Shrignold glanced up at Larry, a soft smile spreading across his face.
"I'm glad I could come here with you, dear," he uttered quietly; he had always been rather softspoken around others.
The two had left the house to get away from all the chaos. Now they're in the forest, surrounded by tall trees and the pink sky.
"My feelings exactly." Larry chuckled, ruffling Shrignold's swoopy hair before taking a swig of the rather large bottle with him.
Shrignold gave a soft sigh as he stared up at the fluffy clouds. "You really need to work on your drinking problem," he worried aloud.
"Yeah, I know," he muttered nonchalantly, as if not really caring about it at all, "just enjoy this all for a minute, yeah? You're gonna worry your cute little wings off if you keep at it."
"I... apologize." He chuckled dryly; Shrignold always had a habit of worrying too much about too many different things. "I suppose I've just been quite stressed lately," he mumbled, his voice growing quieter in the slightest.
"And why's that?" Larry perked up.
Shrignold hesitated, his eyes trained on the sky above them. "The love family has been hard on me as of recently, especially Malcolm. I've been having to do a lot more work and tasks, that's why I'm hardly ever home anymore. I'm not sure why they're like this all of a sudden."
"That guy's an uptight twat, Shrigs." Larry scoffed. "Not to insult your religion or whatever, but he really needs to take a chill pill."
"A chill pill?" He gave a strained laugh.
"Something like that." He sighed heavily, resting his head on the grass below him.
The wind swayed gently against their skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. "He needs to just have a beer and have some alone time. Y'know, Malcolm day. Go to the spa, the bar... maybe get laid- that's probably why he's so mad all the time. I swear he gets off on tormenting you."
"He doesn't torment me, Larry, he's just hard on me because-"
"Because you're the only one that actually obeys his sorry ass!" he hissed, suddenly bolting up into a sitting position. He took another long swig of his bottle before slamming it down onto the grass. "Yeah, I know, you're his favorite. But seriously, shouldn't favorites get special treatment or something like that?"
"His favorites are expected more than the average family member, dear..." Shrignold uttered quietly, his nerves spiking as Larry consumes more alcohol by the minute. He isn't worried about getting hurt; Larry would never hurt him. He's just worried about him possibly doing something stupid to get himself hurt.
Larry glanced down at Shrignold, letting out another long and heavy sigh. He grabbed his shoulders and pulled him up as well. Letting go of one of his shoulders, he then gently cupped his face with his gloved hand. "I'm serious, Shrigs. I'm not ranting because I'm drunk as shit right now-..." he paused, trying to keep his words from slurring too much. "I'm ranting because it's the truth, and I know you can see it in that big brain of yours." He aggressively poked Shrignold's forehead. "You're, like, the smartest person I know, and sure, that may not seem like a lot because the other teachers are idiots, but I know who Albert Einstein was, and he was a pretty smart fucking guy. But you're, like, WAY smarter than him, you could've invented lightbulbs a bajillion years before him."
