Just his luck.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑 - 𝐏𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫...??

Andez groans, and gets up, opening the door. As he opens it, the doorknob drops off.

He grunts and tries to yank the door open.

The door falls off its hinges, and Andez has to dodge out the way as it nearly comes crashing onto his head.

'Well, at least it's open, I guess..?'

He thinks to himself. Stood at the doorway, was a guy poorly dressed up as a plumber, with a fake stick-on moustache.

"He-llo-a-there! Im-a here to fixa-your win-a-dow!"

Andez's face fills with disgust, an awkward grimace.

"your here to.. fix my window."

He groans.

"Why-a yes-a!"

Andez rubs the space between his eyebrows, clearly fed up.

"First of all, take off the fucking Mario Cosplay. Second of all, Plumbers fix pipes, not windows."

The man at the door pauses, and takes off the clearly stupid disguise.

"NOT YOU AGAIN."

As implied, Marco was stood at the door. Andez could clearly never catch a break.

"Hiya- ther-a!"

Marco exclaims, doing a sort of cringeworthy jig.

"FOR GODS SAKE. STOP DOING THE MARIO VOICE ITS ANNOYING."

Marco groans.

Marco pulls an awkward smile, and pouts, throwing the fake moustache at Andez. It slides down his face, making a splat noise as it hit the ground.

"You really had to do that didn't you. Now I've got sweaty adhesive all down my face you twat."

Marco shrugs.

"It was my best impression, don't lie."

Andez furrows his brow.

"Sounded like you had a toad down your gob."

"Still my best."

Eugh. At this point, he'd have no chance arguing.

Marco, uninvitingly, makes his way back into the house. Though, The host of the house was not impressed. He opens his wingspan, standing at the doorway, blocking it.

"No you bloody don't."

"Yes I 'bloody' can, actually."

He then proceeds to crawl in through his legs and walk into the kitchen.

You little-?!"

He scrambles his arms to try and catch the man, but it was too late. He had already slipped past his field of movement.

"Why have you got chocolate milk mix in such a fancy pot?"

He called from the kitchen.

"What chocolate milk mix?"

He asks, confused.

"The one that says: 'Beloved' on it."

....

"DON'T YOU DARE USE THAT!"

He rushes into the kitchen.

"What?"

Andez manages to stop the man before he poured a glass.

"THAT'S NOT MILK MIX YOU BUFFOON!"

Marco raises a unbelieving brow.

"Then what Is it?"

"MARGRET!"

....

"Never heard of that brand before."

"AUNT MARGRET!"

.....

"Still haven't heard of it. Can I Google it?"

....

"YOU DICK! MY AUNT MARGRET!"

Marco was still gormless. He begins to pour a glass of milk and grabs a spoon. He shovels in the foul smelling powder, and stirs. Then, holds the glass to his lips and takes a sip.

"MARGRET! NOOO!"

Marco spits out the drink.

"EUGH! WHERE'D YOU BUY THIS?!"

"THE FUNERAL HOME!!!"

....

"Oh. Safe to say she didn't taste very nice."

....

"YOU BASTARD! YOU DRANK MY AUNT!"

Marco shrugs.

"Well, that's one thing checked off of my bucket list."

Andez gags.

"Sick bastard. Who even has that on their list???"

"I do,"

Andez was sure now that he's got a serial  killer in his unwelcomed company.

He groans.

"Now what. You've stolen my Painting, and then my jar, broken my window, and now drank my aunt. Surely there's nothing el-"

"Shit."

Marco said through gritted teeth.

Andez stops a few seconds before he looks.
Much to his 'surprise', yet another instance of this new 'companies' stupidity.

"Got a new toilet by any chance?-"

"You have got to be kidding me. HOW DID YOU EVEN BREAK THAT?!"

Marco sticks his body round the side of the bathroom door, and shrugs.

"Sat on it and it crumbled."

"You can't be serious."

Marco grins, holding his head up like he's mr-high-and-mighty.

"Well, I guess it's because 'These Hips don't lie'."

Andez pulls a face as if he'd been shat on.

"Stop Quoting Shakira you simpleton."

"PSSH, yeah right."

Marco shuts the door as he leaves.

"Now then, Narco, Is there literally anything else you won't break?"

"It's Marco."

"Don't care."

There is a small silence.
Marco yawns.

"Can I stay here for the night?"

Andez was not expecting that. And, he was sure he could hear glass shattering in his mind at the comment.

"Fuck NO!"

Marco frowns.

"Why?"

"The fuck do you mean, why?! You've consumed my relative and crumbled my shit throne!"

Marco snickers.

"Shit throne?"

Andez had a look of pure 'fed-up-ness' on his face. While, Marco bore a shit eating grin. Two quite literal opposites.

"Shut it, Margo."

"Marco."

"Who gives a crap."

Marco shrugs.

"Well, how are we supposed to pay for the repairs?"

He asks, almost half heartedly as if he didn't remember most of the financial costs were his doing.