After the carriage incident with Steven. Steven had walked back to town. He didn't want to wait on the Carriage driver. He didn't like relying on someone.
By the time he got back to town, it was 7am. People were waking up, spending time with family.
Tyrone walked past a house window, and looks in. There he saw a family gathered around the living room, opening presents and laughing together...eating the leftovers of Christmas Eve dinner. Something he never got to experience.
As people walked by Tyrone they gave him dirty looks. I mean— without context; seeing someone staring into someone's house is creepy.
He turns to the viewers, "oh shit, I gotta get trottin'." He runs off like a crazy person to the bakery he works at.
He opens the doors, heads inside to see his boss and his bosses wife sitting down and having a coffee.
He joins them.
He sits down tiredly at the table. He looked homeless next to them.
"Oh shiii, Tyrone. You don't look so good."
Tyrone glares at him. "You don't look so good yourself."
"Woah, I'm just saying kid. You've got huge, dark garbage bags under your eyes. Your hair is usually braided...not a big birds nest. And your 5 o'clock shadow has turned into a thin beard! Not to mention you reek!—"
"Ok! Ok! Ok! I understand!" Tyrone shouts, swatting his hands back and forth.
"I've head enough! Just— silent!! I have a headache. I need to blow off some steam."
He looks at his bosses wife.
"G'day, Mrs. McGillicuddy." He says as he kisses her forehead.
He exits the bakery.
There he looks ahead, up the road. He spots a man standing on his horse— hanging up a sign that says 'Merry Christmas!' After last night, Tyrone has turned into the grinch. He despises all good things.
He runs up to the man standing on his horse and kicks the horses shins. Making the horse kick him— Tyrone went flying towards a wall...but the guy fell off his horse and face planted on the concrete.
He had to get hurt in the making, but his plan went accordingly.
"And that kids...grunt...is how you get a quick couple bucks..."
Tyrone walks up to the man rolling around in pain, and grabs his wallet, takes a 10 out. He puts the wallet that has the rest of the cash into HIS jacket, and throws the 10 dollars at the rolling man.
"Sorry sir, wouldn't wanna be ya."
He looks at the horse running away into the open plains, longingly...it reminds him of Horsey— or so called 'John'.
Sigh...
He walks down the street...lost in thought, that's when he stops. He recognized this street. He turns his head to his left, and that's when he sees Steven's flower shop. He looks up to gaze upon Steven's balcony.
'I bet Steven and Markel are having a great Christmas Eve. Goddamn asshole.'
That's when he thinks...and he had a horrible plan.
He looks down at the cat door to the entrance to the flower shop, and he had only one idea running through his head; 'I gotta get in.'
He gets on his hands and knees, and goes head first into the cat door.
And of course, This fat ass doesn't fit. His hips are too big to get through, and his shoulders are too broad to get back out. He's just trapped.
That's when he hears someone behind him. And two familiar voices.
"Tyrone? What're you doing trying to get through the car door?"
He freezes.
'Is that Steven's voice?...'
"And why would you go head first, fucking idiot."
Markel adds after Steven speaks.
Tyrone audibly groans after hearing Markel's voice. This just made it 10x more embarrassing.
Tyrone thrusts out, and does somersaults out. Looking like a pathetic mouse as he finally lands on his ass.
Steven's eyes widen.
"Woah, Tyrone. I've never seen you with your hair down before! You look like a totally different person!"
The sound of Steven's voice almost made Tyrone vomit. Actually, he did, he just swallowed it.
"Yeah, hermano. Ya look like a lil girl."
Tyrone has had enough. He flies back onto his feet and starts walking up to Markel.
"What's wrong with you, bruv?? Yer always on my dick, bouncing up and down! Just ramming into me! Back off every once in a while! Yer nauseating!"
Why did Tyrone turn into a British guy?
Tyrone shoves Markel.
Markel, being the non-bullshit guy he is, comes right back at Tyrone, shoving him.
Tyrone was built...but...he was skinny. He hasn't actually eaten anything in a while... the only thing he's gonna eat IS THIS ARGUMENT!! WHOS ON WHOS TEAM??? I GOT MONEY ON TYRONE. COLD HARD CASH ON THE TABLE. I GOT MY DIMES AND DOLLA'S ON THE TABLE.
Tyrone falls to the ground.
Steven gasps, dropping the pumpkin pie he and Markel bought from the store. "Stop guys! Stop!" Steven runs into the action too, pushing Markel back so that Tyrone could get back up again.
Tyrone lunges at Markel, but Steven grabs him mid air, and pounds him into the ground.
And there Tyrone is...rolling around in pain.
"Groan...WHY WOULD YOU BODYSLAM ME INTO THE GROUND BUT PUSH MARKEL EVER-SO-SLIGHTLY??? You hypocrites!!!"
Steven giggles, putting a pinky up to his bottom lip. "Oopsie...gotta lay off the protein..."
After about 5 minutes of Tyrone rolling around on the ground, he gets back up, gripping his back.
"Ima need to go to the witch-doctor to get my back fixed after that K.O."
Markel sighs, shaking his head at Tyrone.
"I'm sorry, Tyrone...how about you come in and eat this pumpkin pie with us..." Steven asks.
Eat...with him?? Yea, right. Buttttt...he could use some food in his stomach right now.
"What?? No. Why are you inviting him in???"
Markel whispers loudly to Steven.
"Because, baby...I feel bad for man handling him. Look at him!! He looks like a skeleton!"
The two look at Tyrone.
Tyrone crosses his arms.
"Fuck you two."
Markel analyzes Tyrone. Looking him up and down.
Then, Markel walks up to him and swiftly wraps his arm around Tyrone's neck, giving him a playful 'noogie'; rubbing his knuckle on Tyrone's head.
"After you eat with us, how 'bout you take a shower while you're at it...you could use a wash."
The three walk up. Once they're up, Markel pulls a chair out for Tyrone. Tyrone looks him up and down...and pulls out a chair for himself, sitting in it.
Markel thought that Tyrone was doing to much to prove that he didn't like him, it made him laugh.
Steven comes out with pumpkin pie and ice cream. He places a slice down in front of them, and gives himself a slice.
After they were done eating, Steven gives Tyrone a towel and some of his clothes. Markel's clothes would be too big on him.
Tyrone showers, uses their hair wash so his luscious, raven hair would be...heh...volumetric again.
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