(fang x buster/fangster) bigmouth strikes again

cwancis

A few days have passed, and once they settled that Buster has overdone his stay they started to plan his move. Since his grandparents only lived a few-teen minutes away it wouldn't be hard for them to just make the walk there, if it wasn't for the weight of the bags.

"Hey man, you think you could ask your mom to drive my stuff by car?" Buster asked, hopefully. "Oh, I can try but I fear she's just gonna say it's a waste of petrol and we have to man up and go there by foot. " The chinese explained, sighing.

"Ah, it's fine then. You can grab one of the strings on one side, and I'll grab the other. It'll take a while but hey, a nice workout, isn't it?" The ginger offered, rummaging through his stuff.

"Yeah, that isn't a bad idea. Seems like spring is coming too, pretty warm outside today. " He commented then went over to pick up the first bag, then carried it near the door. "Alright then, ya wanna start? We will have to make 3 rounds here, 2 if you're willing to take my backpack. " The boy told him smugly.

"If I recall correctly, that's your fucking backpack dude. Why can't you take it??" He asked, putting on his shoes. "Because I am just a poor littlw boy in this fucked up world.." Buster fluttered his eyelashes dramatically.

"Whatever. Grab the thing and let's get going man, I wanna do something together today, not use up all my time on this!!" He said, not fully seriously, putting one of his lighter coats on. He took the piece of fabric into his hand and opened the door, then left.

It seemed a little silly figuring out the physics-al aspect of how the bag was behaving, hitting one of them on the leg when it wasn't hitting the other. They just talked along the way, moving on autopilot pretty much.

Once they had reached the door of the house Buster rang the doorbell. The door quickly opened and his grandma greeted him with a hug. "Hi sweetie, how are you doing?" She asked curiously.

"Oh, I'm good, we're starting to bring over my stuff. We are going by foot so it's gonna take a while, but don't worry, you don't have to interfere much. " The ginger smiled, explaining.

"Mhm. And who is this?" She asked curiously, looking at the boy standing next to him. "This is Fang, uhh, kinda the reason why mom kicked me out. " He commented, explaining.

The woman took a stare, then went to give the chinese a light hug aswell. "Hello, miss. " Fang said, not really knowing how to behave. "So you two are together, right?" She asked, making sure.

"Umm, yeah, pretty much. " He scratched the back of his neck. "That's nice. You know, I had this one friend Teresa back in the day.." "Okay nana, I wanna do this quick, we're going back for the other bag, see you later. " Buster interrupted her, not really wanting to hear her amazing speech on the story of her life.

"She seems nice. " The blue haired commented, while walking back. "She is, really sweet person. As you can see she's pretty chill with all this stuff, I don't know why my mom turned out like that. " He sighed, looking at the other.

"What about your grandpa? I didn't see him there. " The chinese asked curiously. "Oh, he's prolly selling tires in my uncle's shop. He's bored as fuck so he just goes to do that for fun. " He shrugged, explaining.

They made a trip back to Fang's house for another bag, which now having understood how it works they managed to do more swiftly. The chinese was left waiting before the doorstep, because the ginger actually decided on taking the backpack with him.

They started to walk again, speeding up their pace. "Hey dude, what about that suitcase you have at Chester's?" Fang asked, after he remembered him mention something about it. "Fuck. " He sighed, reminiscing.