High schooler Hayase Nagatoro loves to spend her free time doing one thing, and that is to mess and hangout with her Senpai, Killian Hanma. After Nagatoro and her friends stumble upon the young man, they find enjoyment in mercilessly teasing and hav...
Inside the living room, Trashman was setting up dinner for himself at the kitchen table. He was about ready to dig in until he got a random call on his phone. He checks to see who was calling and saw it was his buddy.
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Trashman: Oh, shit! Haven't heard from him in a minute.
He accepts the call and hold the phone up to his ear.
Trashman: Yo, what's up.
MMI: Hey man, can you come open the front door really quick.
Trashman: Huh?
MMI: Yeah, I'm at your front door.
*KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK*
MMI: You hear that? Go ahead and open up. And I know for a fact you got food on there, so don't even lie to me.
Trashman sat there, wasn't expecting him to just show up at his door. He got up and walked towards the door and looked out from the window to see him actually standing there with his glasses on, jacket, and nothing but drawls on him.
MMI: You gonna open the door and let a brotha in? Come on man, it's cold out here.
Trashman: Why're you in your drawls, bro?
MMI: Why you ain't open the door yet? C'mon, bro, people looking at me like I'm crazy. My legs shivering, my nuts shrinking, the cold breeze smacking against my butt. Let me in, please.
Letting out a sigh, Trashman opened the door and let him inside. He quickly closed the door as MMI felt a whole lot better being inside his warm house. He turns towards him and sticks his hand out for a dap-up.
MMI: It's good seeing you again, brodie. It's been a minute.
Trashman: Yeah. Last time I saw you, you were some dude wearing a bandana and sunglasses.
MMI: Really? You sure that was me?
Trashman: I'm positive. You both sound alike. Even invited Mike Tyson over to beat both of our asses and leave.
MMI: Mike Tyson? I don't remember doing that.
Trashman: Probably because he beat the self-identity into your ass. Meanwhile, buddy was giving me stupendous levels of CTE. Til this day my head hurts from just thinking about what happened.
MMI: Oh. I guess that explains why I've been walking funny the past couple months.
Trashman: I wouldn't doubt it. Anyways, why're you here? And why are you in your drawls?
MMI: The reason I'm here was to just hang out with my dude and enjoy the holiday season. And as to why I'm in my drawls... I just wanna show them off. I mean just look at them.
