Everyone gets up... except for spanish because he is very lazy.
Henri goes over to wake Spanish up so he doesnt get scolded at by Tim.
Henri puts his day clothes on. Henri looked at Spanish.
"Whatzre you doing?" he looked to the door, "we—leave, uh, you—go to the living room."
"Yeah, but—i dont have anything to wear, bro." Spanish said as he rested his arm against the bed.
"Ah,"
Henri processed what Spanish was saying, and then gave him some of his clothes.
Spanish squinted; he looked down at the clothes that would hardly even fit him.
"Hah, thanks..."
Spanish and Henri go downstairs to where Tim and Fluently were waiting.
Spanish quickly looked at Fluently and then away before he could see.
TIM: Welcome downstairs, Spanish. It took you long enough.
SPANISH: Sorry, sir, it's—I just didn't–
TIM: Guess what? I don't wanna hear it.
TIM: I'm sendin' you'nd him out with Henri today.
Henri froze up. he loked at tim wildly.
HENRI: Sir! I cannot now! I'm working today!
TIM: I alreadeh told ya boss because I seriously can't, you know, send these idiots out on their own.
HENRI: Sir!
TIM: Shush.
Spanish awkwardly stood there, bieng talked bad about right in front of him face.
Fluently was stareng at Spansh, waiting for him to look up.
He did NOT, for Spanish was far too bussy starring at da ground.
Spanish did look over to Fluently, though, but when he finnaly did, FLuently was lookig out of thw window.
TIM: OK! Spanish, FLuently, youre gunna go wifh Henri.
SPANISH: Whatr we doin, mister?
TIM: He gunna show yu around da iland.
Spanihs noded.
Henri waited patiently at the door, waiting for the two of them.
Fluently began to walk through the door, but Spanish pushed his way through, to get outside first.
Fluently growled.
Both Henri and Spanish lokked at him.
HENRI: Youre good?
Fluently: yah im gourd brooo
Spabish muttered under his breTh angrily at fluentyl.
Yhw 2 of them followdd Henri until they came up to this mostly outfoor building spanish thoguht that it looker like a blacksmith place.
Henri began talkjng, "this is whrrw u work, uhhh, so..." he tako a long pause "yeahaha, ermm...i dontz know whay Tzim makes me show you here??"
Fluently butts in "C'est ok! I can just stay here, maaan."
The blacksmith guy must've heard the tiny commotion over his work. He looked up.
???: oh? Wassup, man, I didn't know you work today.
Henri: I thought zhat i don't either, but, yeeeah...
???: Sucks, man. See ya.
