∞ FOREVER: LOOPED ⟐ Larry × Lawrie ⟐ Brawl Stars ⟐

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OMG, it is THE SAME FICKIN OPENING, the same opening in CHAPTER 2 ;-;

**It's 7:00 PM, It's almost time for the Fiesta to start*

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^^ Larry's POV ^^:

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I flutter my eyes open, but everything is blurry. I don't want to move because I feel so comfortable, so I stretch my body and accidentally bump into Lawrie, who is still sleeping.
I glance at the time and see it's 6:14 PM. 6:14 PM!? We're going to be late! I quickly get up, but I stand too fast and feel a wave of dizziness.

Larry--"lawrie, LAWRIE! WAKE UP, WE ARE GONNA BE LATE"

Lawrie just gives me an "mhm" and ignores what I said, I gripe, he's so lazy!
I stumble over to Lawrie, Shaking him awake, his body is still very warm, I feel bad for him.

Larry--"wake up WAKE UP!!!, There's no time for you to yearn, we have to dress up, come on!"

Lawrie--"okay Okay... I am getting up, Give me a moment..."

He finally responds back to me, God... I hope he doesn't fall back asleep, there's no time for anything, I start walking toward the kitchen and I get my Insomnia Cupcakes, they are still surprisingly warm, I get one cupcake and go back to Lawrie, I put the Insomnia Cupcake on his lap and order him to eat it.

Larry--"Eat it, you'll be more energetic and you will last longer at night,"

Lawrie doesn't respond. He keeps his eyes shut. I grab the Cupcake from his lap and gently press it against his lips. He takes a small bite and chews slowly. After that, I place the cupcake back on his lap and run upstairs to get our clothes. It looks like he won't be moving from the couch anytime soon.

I pick up our sleek sleeveless tuxedos from our room and make my way back downstairs. The soft fabric feels cool against my skin as I carefully place them on the couch, making sure everything is neatly arranged. I glance over at Lawrie and notice he seems a bit lost in thought, his gaze unfocused.
Deciding to go first, I take a seat on the plush couch and start with the tailored pants, pulling them up and fastening them securely. Once I have the pants on, I reach for the striking white tuxedo, its crisp fabric catching the light. I slide my arms into the sleeves and fasten them at the collar, feeling the weight of the elegant garment settle around me.
Standing tall, I button the pants, ensuring a perfect fit. The time ticks softly in the background—it's now 6:27 PM. I can't help but feel a surge of excitement, ready for the night ahead.

Lawrie starts eating the Insomnia Cupcake and looks at me, he seems very stressed about the Fiesta.

Lawrie--"Do we have to go? You know I hate talking to people"

I frown slightly but then smile warmly at Lawrie. I don't like forcing him to do something he dislikes, but he needs this.

Larry--"I am sorry, I don't like forcing you, but we have to go out, we need to go out, we have to keep a Social status, You know that"

Lawrie looks down upset, I walk up to him slowly and sit next to him, I can't force him to do something he doesn't like, If I can't change his mind then, fine, we don't have to go.

Larry--"Listen... we don't have to go, But if you wanna Improve, if you wanna get comfortable If you wanna change, you have to go out, this Fiesta won't even focus on us, we can decide to who we talk to, we can decide who we can interact with, we can go back home at any moment, let this be an experience, like any other experience... Please? for me? For us...? for yourself..."