Alive | Starrison [✔️]

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"Aachoo!"

Rory jumped up. "Jesus Christ!"

Ringo smiled sheepishly. "M'home, Rory."

"I figured." He said, frowning at the also soaked person behind his brother. "Who are you?"

"I'm George Harrison." He greeted with a slight smile. He noticed his sharper-than-usual canines.

"Rory Storm, Ringo's older step-brother." He shook his hand. It was deathly cold. Rory managed a smile. This "George" lad gave off a bad vibe.

"More like Alan Cadwell," Ringo snickered, making Rory glare at him.

"You don't hear me calling you Richard." He teased.

Ringo crinkled up his nose. "You know I absolutely hate it when you call me that."

George awkwardly shifted his footing. "I... Erm. Gotta get home so---" He caught the umbrella tossed in his direction.

Ringo smiled at him. "Don't get a cold, okay? We're still meeting tomorrow."

George nodded. "I've got a strong immune system, I rarely get sick."

Rory watched as his little brother stood on his tip toes and kissed the tall bloke's cheek.

"Bye, Georgie." He mumbled, blushing. "I had a great time."

"M-Me too," George stumbled out, smiling goofily. "See you tomorrow, Ritchie." And he was off.

"What was that??" Rory yelled.

Ringo furrowed his eyebrows. "What-- ow!" He cried out in pain as Rory tugged on his ear. "Ow! Lemme go!"

He scowled, eyes narrowed at him.

"You've got some explaining to do, Ringo Starr."