drugstore perfume | joshler

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tyler opened the door and walked into his manager's office. he shut it behind him, and as he closed it his hand shook a little.

"hi, tyler. thanks for coming in."

"n-no problem, mr. iero."

tyler stood awkwardly, his gaze having fallen on his fumbling hands.

mr. iero smiled kindly. "please have a seat."

"thank you." tyler spoke softly. he was so soft when he was nervous. what if he got fired? he so needed this job and he can't do anything else, not really-

"so, tyler."

"yes?"

"i heard you like someone?"

tyler's head shot up and his cheeks went crimson. "i-i'm sorry, what?"

mr. iero smiled benignly, calmly, with all the chill in the world. "i heard you like someone. a customer, specifically."

"why.. how do you know this?" tyler's voice shook. he was amused and embarrassed and so surprised and what the frick frack patty whack was going on this is so

"well what the frick frack patty whack is going on, tyler joseph-"

tyler's cheeks flushed into a deeper hue.

"-is that gerard mentioned you had a crush on," mr iero glanced at a paper on his desk, "a joshua dun. cardholder. is this correct?"

all tyler could do was nod.

"well!" mr. iero grinned. "he wanted to be notified when the halloween decorations came in stock, and they're here, since it's September 27th. please call or next this number-" he slid tyler a piece of paper- "-and let him know. thank you. that's all, mr. joseph. tyler. kiddo. whatever." he waved his hand, stood up, and opened the door for tyler. "have a good day!"

"t-thank you very m u ch" tyler said, stumbling over his words and his feet as he left. mr. iero closed the door behind him.

what.