The Mishap at Mushnik's

A Long, Slow Root Canal

(NSFW WARNING)

Seymour's POV:
The sun slowly rose over the city skyline, the clouds blocking it as they finished soaking the town in their rain. Some water poured into the basement of Mushnik's flower shop, a.k.a Seymour's bedroom. It's good he's prepared for this though, you can tell by the way towels are lined along the floor next to the drain. A soft yawn and slight shifts woke the meek male from his sleep. Seymour sat up from his bed with a stretch. Everyday started like this, quiet yet lonely. He lived in this basement for years and he rightfully assumed nothing would change that.
As the man dressed himself appropriately he wondered if Mushnik or Audrey were in yet, usually he was the first one up, but it was nice to see them. After a quick breakfast he headed upstairs to greet the bright and green scenery that surrounded him

Orin's POV:
An engine roaring outside disturbed the peace of multiple bystanders, along with shop owners. Some of those people who knew what was good for them scrambled inside their homes while others merely gawked at the man in black. He slammed on his breaks, the screeching of tire against pavement echoing through the street as the beast came to a stop. The leather gloves were ripped off of the dentist’s hands, thrown onto the ground afterward. Perhaps it was because he was an over dramatic man, or maybe it was to ensure people of his bad boy image. Either way, he would have to get a new pair. Once demounting his beloved motorcycle, he cracked his neck, knuckles, and even his shoulders.
“Seymour Krelborn.”
The words rolled off his tongue and into the eerie silence as soon as he charged through the doorway. A mean snarl came shortly after announcing who he was looking for, Orin rolling up his sleeves. Once he spotted the smaller man, he stomped over with his large boots crashing against the reflective floor and leaving a small trail of dirt behind him. His now ungloved hand was wrapped around Seymour’s neck, holding him up against the wall.
“I hear ma girl Audrey’s got an interest in you pest.”

Seymour:
At the time the small male was attending to some plants. Hoping they'd grow although they usually do. Seymour tensed at the sound of the motorcycle. Oh no. He knew exactly who this was. That leather jacket wearing dentist that scared the hell out of the world around him. He swallowed lightly, realizing Audrey hadn't come in yet. Oh boy, here he comes.
Seymour sunk into his shoulders a bit with a slow and startled swivel to lock eyes with Orin. He backed up with a panic as he approached him,
"I- Audrey? I don't know what you're talking about-"
his voice cracked slightly as he was pressed against the wall. His hands moved to curl against Orin's wrist,
"Orin-"
he scratchily breathed.

Orin:
His eyes narrowed as the younger boy attempted to play it off as if he knew nothing.
“You!”
Orin’s face moved closer to Seymour’s, staring him down directly in the eyes. With his other hand, he grabbed the other’s wrist and slammed it against the wall as to prevent him from moving.
“Don’t play with me, boy! That little bitch has fallen head over fucking heels. What did you do to her? She would never fall for such a pathetic wimp!”
His voice only got louder the more he spoke, his grip around Seymour’s neck tightening as well.

Seymour:
Seymour tightly shut his eyes, his air slowly leaving him. At that moment he actually thought the man was going to kill him. He whimpered and tensed against him,
"I swear-I swear I had no idea she was into me-!"
he spoke between gasps, a deep mixture of purple and red flushing on his cheeks. At this point he was desperate just to be set free. He couldn't feel anything in his wrist anymore,
"Orin Please!-" he pleaded

Orin:
"DOCTOR-"
He hissed and slammed his wrist back against the wall,
"I hear you say that name again and I'll crush it out of you"
Orin admired the lovely color washing over Seymour’s face, his anger fading the more he looked it over. He wasn’t a murderer, as much as he suspected himself to be one, but he still liked causing the pain he could.
“Unfortunately, she would. But I have no need for that unloyal sluts like her.”
His grip around the boy’s neck released, but Orin kept his wrist pinned to the wall.