(fang x buster/fangster) bigmouth strikes again

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Buster was extremely bored, moving from side to side laying on his bed. He didn't really have much to do, and frankly he wasn't in the mood to play video games either.

He thought for a second and settled that he'd very gladly go out with Fang somewhere. He hoped that he won't get mad at him for being so sudden with the invitation, but it doesn't hurt to try.

He reluctantly got up and walked over to his desk, on which he'd placed the phone before. He picked it up and picked his number, anticipating an answer.

"Hello?" He heard after some dialing sound looping for a few seconds. "Hi man!! Are you busy? Wanna go out somewhere?" He asked excitedly, going back to sit on his bed.

"I'm afraid that may not be that possible. " Getting to hear his voice for a bit longer now made it clear enough to him that he wasn't really in the shape to go anywhere. The man had an extremely raspy voice, at times almost incomprehensible.

"Damn, what happened? You sound like you're a grandma who's smoked 12 packs a day. " He asked to make sure it's what he thought it was. "I'm sick you asshole!!" As soon as Fang raised his voice a little he had to resent to coughing.

"Aw man. Your momma make you soup?" The ginger asked, reminiscing of the times in which for his cold he'd be rewarded with a nice warm brew. "Once again, not really possible. The one fucking time I get sick she's outta town at my grandparents' place with my dad. "

"Damnn, I feel bad a little, it's kinda my fault, you know?" He switched to laying on his back. "Nah man, how?" This was followed by an ungodly sound he could only figure was a horrendous cough.

"Well, I dragged ya out to have a snow fight and shit.." He spoke, one leg on the other, checking his nails out like a diva. "It was my idea tho? Sorry man, it's not really good for me to speak, it pains like hell. "

"Maybe I'd come over to help ya a little, huh? I don't have anything to do and frankly I'd appreciate an extension of the christmas break if you infected me. " He asked as soon as he came up with the idea of it.

"Won't it be a fatigue for you though? I don't wanna cause any problems for you. " The man followed his speech up with some coughs again. "Naw dude, it's all good. Are you feeling well enough to do some baking? I have bought some dumbass gingerbread cookies formula and I want to use it, it'll expire soon. "

"Ummm, no, yeah, I could.  You sure it's not a problem?" The man checked again. "Naw dude, for real. I could get going soon if you want to. " He already got up, happy to see his friend. "That would be great. See you dude!!" The guy hung out before he could say his goodbyes back, but it wasn't a big issue.

Buster frowned upon remembering yesterday's events, or rather the talk he had with his mother, even though it felt like all the negative feelings expired with him waking up this morning.

He realized that he'd have to see her at some point on his way out the house, which made him really demotivated to do anything. He sighed, recalling that he was doing it for his friend, for whom he'd be willing to sacrifice himself to a chitchat with his mother for.

He quickly took the box with the gingerbread formula into his hands and opened his door quietly, hoping she was in the kitchen and with some piece of luck not hear him nor see him. He made his way down the stairs cautiously, still praying to whatever gods he remember existing.

He had reached the vestibule, relieved that he wasn't noticed. His euphoria didn't last soon, as he heard a voice coming from behind him while putting his shoes on. "Where are you going?" His mother asked full of suspicion.

"To Fang's. He's sick and.." He tried explaining causally, yet got interrupted. "To Fang's? What for?" This pissed him off a little, he kept on tying his shoes while replying. "I was just telling you, and you interrupted. He's sick and his mom isn't home. I'm coming to help him. " He told her, making his tone a little more annoyed.