Skrrrt!!!
There they went, the cold breeze hitting his face as he watched the muscle car drive off after dropping him off at his house...
It was still day time, so there was things to do to pass the time!
[Claude O'Neil Porter continued from Touch of Crate]
Claude swiveled his body around until he faced the front door of his home, his mansion, to be specific, and walked towards it. Over on the driveway, in all of its red splendor, was his car at rest and right alongside his sisters car. "Hang on just a little longer..." He said to the car with a glance thrown in its direction, reassuring the inanimate vehicle as if it were a living thing–but who cared about that, it was his car that was passed down to him by his grandfather and he was going to cherish it, no matter what! Finally, he reached the front door and dug his hand into the right pocket of his jeans, where his fingers came into contact with a relatively cold piece of metal. With a casual snatch and pull, the young man took out the mansion keys and hovered them over to the keyhole.
Not that one.
Nor that one.
That one!
A click rang out as the door got unlocked and was pulled open by Claude, who walked into his family home.
"Je suis rentré!" ("I'm home!") Claude called out to his family. He was quickly met with a barreling mass of short and smooth dark gray fur that launched itself at him and unleashed a vicious barrage of slobbering kiss, "Tu m'as manqué aussi, Rockwell !" ("I missed you too, Rockwell!") A hearty laugh came from Claude as he gave his large Cane Corso head pats and belly rubs.
"Bon retour, petit frère! Tu t'es bien amusé avec tes amis?" ("Welcome back, baby brother! Did you have a good time with your friends?") A familiar feminine voice responded back to Claude from the living room, "J'ai passé un super moment! Mais maintenant, je veux juste me détendre." ("I had a great time! But now, I just wanna unwind.") He headed further into the residence, followed closely by Rockwell, reaching the living room and finding his family all on the couch relaxing.
"Sup Claude." His sister Lucie's boyfriend, Jeremiah, greeted Claude with a casual wave as he took a sip from a can of Sprite in his hand as he leaned up against Lucie's shoulder, "Sup Jeremiah!" The young man greeted back as he got closer to the couch. Once he got close enough, Claude gave his grandfather a hug, "Comment ça va, grand-père?" ("How you doing, grandpa?") Although his grandfather Guillaume still boasted about how active he was at his old age, Claude still worried about him for that same reason, "Don't you worry about me, Claude..." Guillaume gave his grandson a firm reassuring pat on the back as they hugged, "Ta sœur t'a préparé un sandwich Reuben. Alors, vas-y, mange-le!" ("Your sister made you a reuben sandwich. So go ahead and eat it!")
Yummy!
His favorite sandwich.
Claude pulled away from his grandfather to give Lucie a hug, "Thanks Lucie!" A very tight hug was given to her, as opposed to the cautious one he gave to his grandfather. "Don't mention it, Claude. I can't imagine you got to eat much when you went out with your friends, huh?" His sister would be right and proven as such when his stomach let out a deep growl, "I'm just going to go ahead and take it up to my room..." After he mumbled that, Claude let out an awkward chuckle before pulling away and walking over to where the sandwich was at.
Above the counter top was a very fancy schmancy paper plate—brand name cuz his family could afford it—with a very delicious and almost photogenic reuben sandwich on it. The plate was picked up with one hand and carried along as Claude walked back into the living room; circling around the couch before sitting in between his sister and grandfather. Claude let out a relieved and drawn out sigh when he took a seat in the comfort of the large, leather couch. Rockwell let out a huff before jumping up on the couch and curling up next to Guillaume, where he would start to get gentle head scratches by the older man.
The plate that held the sandwich was set down on his lap before Claude grabbed the delectable reuben, bringing it up to his face and taking a bite out of it.
"Oh man..." It was perfect, as always. Lucie cooked a killer reuben sandwich–maybe that's why it was his favorite sandwich? Who knows!
As Claude continued to savor and enjoy his food, small thumps were heard coming down the stairs, "There you are, ya little fluff ball!" His sister slowly stood up from the couch and made her way over towards the stairs as the thumps got closer. She took a few steps up before crouching down and picking up a furry little critter.
It was Lou, Lucie's French lop!
The thing looked absolutely tiny in the 6'11" woman's hand despite being fully grown.
Now that Lou was acquired, Lucie headed back to the couch, sitting back down and letting Jeremiah continue to lean against her.
Yep... this was a good life for Claude and his family.
Gathering of (Mostly) Giants!
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((Mortimer Schaub continued from I Have to Return Some Videotapes))
202.2 CHILLER FM:
Infected - Bad Religion
Mortimer pedaled down the street, trying to stay near the sidewalk. He was in a state of... he didn't want to say it, but he felt aimless.
Cloudy, perhaps. That sense of roaming that he didn't want to have.
Mortimer couldn't recall for some reason when that whole American Psycho incident at Fray-Fray's classroom happened. It could've been yesterday. Maybe a few days ago.
Mortimer was still paranoid that Principal Winegarden was still going to hand in his ass somehow. If not her, then maybe Fray-Fray, even though Mortimer doesn't take his class.
There was no phone call to his parents. Not from the school or directly from the teachers or principal. Mortimer didn't know if he was completely off the hook. If anything, Mortimer and the other horror club members would have to do movie watching somewhere else. Not the public library, since some weebs tried to stream hentai there once, then got into a fight for some reason. Apparently, the copy of the hentai they got had a virus or something.
Was that story true? Mortimer couldn't recall.
He was in that state of mental drunkness without having a sip of alcohol.
He went looking for something that can get his gears turning. He tried about hanging with Wade, but he's been hanging with his wrestling buddies, so Mortimer let him be.
Still no word from Ray. If Mortimer pedaled by his place and saw that it has been firebombed, then he got his idea. The thing is that nothing appeared out of the ordinary.
Mortimer's best option was probably to harass Claude of all people.
Damn, where the hell is Mortimer started to start with Claude?
He couldn't think of that currently. He was already by his mansion. Most likely his family wasn't going to show up at his place. Even with that "Satan Incarnate" t-shirt that Mortimer was wearing currently with his black leather jacket. Once a nihilistic Satanist, always a nihilistic Satanist.
Eat shit, Beel.
Mortimer parked his bike nearby and inserted his bike lock against a pole to keep his bike from being stolen. He took a glance up at the mansion, musing about the rest of Silver Springs.
How many mansions did they use here for MTV Cribs? Sometimes, I hope Claude's neighbors aren't those fucking obnoxious tech bros.
Mortimer went up to the front door, ringing the doorbell. Did Claude's family even have a Ring camera? He didn't see one, unless they were good at hiding it from those porch pirates.
202.2 CHILLER FM:
Infected - Bad Religion
Mortimer pedaled down the street, trying to stay near the sidewalk. He was in a state of... he didn't want to say it, but he felt aimless.
Cloudy, perhaps. That sense of roaming that he didn't want to have.
Mortimer couldn't recall for some reason when that whole American Psycho incident at Fray-Fray's classroom happened. It could've been yesterday. Maybe a few days ago.
Mortimer was still paranoid that Principal Winegarden was still going to hand in his ass somehow. If not her, then maybe Fray-Fray, even though Mortimer doesn't take his class.
There was no phone call to his parents. Not from the school or directly from the teachers or principal. Mortimer didn't know if he was completely off the hook. If anything, Mortimer and the other horror club members would have to do movie watching somewhere else. Not the public library, since some weebs tried to stream hentai there once, then got into a fight for some reason. Apparently, the copy of the hentai they got had a virus or something.
Was that story true? Mortimer couldn't recall.
He was in that state of mental drunkness without having a sip of alcohol.
He went looking for something that can get his gears turning. He tried about hanging with Wade, but he's been hanging with his wrestling buddies, so Mortimer let him be.
Still no word from Ray. If Mortimer pedaled by his place and saw that it has been firebombed, then he got his idea. The thing is that nothing appeared out of the ordinary.
Mortimer's best option was probably to harass Claude of all people.
Damn, where the hell is Mortimer started to start with Claude?
He couldn't think of that currently. He was already by his mansion. Most likely his family wasn't going to show up at his place. Even with that "Satan Incarnate" t-shirt that Mortimer was wearing currently with his black leather jacket. Once a nihilistic Satanist, always a nihilistic Satanist.
Eat shit, Beel.
Mortimer parked his bike nearby and inserted his bike lock against a pole to keep his bike from being stolen. He took a glance up at the mansion, musing about the rest of Silver Springs.
How many mansions did they use here for MTV Cribs? Sometimes, I hope Claude's neighbors aren't those fucking obnoxious tech bros.
Mortimer went up to the front door, ringing the doorbell. Did Claude's family even have a Ring camera? He didn't see one, unless they were good at hiding it from those porch pirates.
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DING DONG!!!
The ring of the doorbell echoed throughout the mansion, catching the attention of not only Claude and his family, but their pets as well; Rockwell's head shot up before he launched off the couch and rocketed towards to door while letting out a cacophony of barks at whoever had rang the doorbell, Lou just looked in the general direction of the door with a wide-eyed look on her adorable and fluffy round face, while Jolie, his grandfather's ball python, simply continued to sleep peacefully in her glass container within the room of the older man.
Claude was about to get up and answer the door, but he was stopped by Lucie, who grabbed his shoulder and gently sat him back down, "Continue de manger, Claude. Je vais voir qui c'est..." ("Keep eating, Claude. I'll check and see who it is...") A quick pat on back was given to him as his sister stood up and made her way to the front door. While she did this, Claude slowly took another bite of his sandwich as he watched Lucie walk to the door. Rockwell had stopped barking and started panting once he noticed her get closer.
Casually reaching her hand out and grabbing the handle once it was within arms reach, his sister pulled the door open to reveal–
Drumroll please!
Lucie stared down at the young man in front of her, his face looked familiar, but she couldn't recognize him at first until a moment passed and she smirked, "Hey Morty, what brings you here?" There it was–the nickname Lucie had given and taken to calling Mortimer ever since Claude first introduced him to her. She leaned to the right, her body resting against the door frame before she swiveled her head to the left, looking over her shoulder at Claude, who was still eating his reuben sandwich, "Ton ami Mortimer est là, petit frère!" She called out before turning back to look at the tinier Mortimer without saying anything to him.
Why did Lucie not say anything else to Mortimer? Simple–she was waiting for Claude to come and greet his friend and possibly explain why he is here.
Claude would do just that as he got up from the couch, sandwich still in hand and halfway finished, and walked on over to where his sister and friend were, "Salut Mortimer!" ("Hey Mortimer!") He greeted his friend before taking another bite of his sandwich and casually towering over his friend alongside his sister. His other hand gave a few head pats to Rockwell, who continued to stare at Mortimer with an unnerving gaze. "Had no idea you were planning to drop by, so what's up?" Claude asked before taking another bite with a raised brow as he stared at Mortimer with a confused look on his face.
The ring of the doorbell echoed throughout the mansion, catching the attention of not only Claude and his family, but their pets as well; Rockwell's head shot up before he launched off the couch and rocketed towards to door while letting out a cacophony of barks at whoever had rang the doorbell, Lou just looked in the general direction of the door with a wide-eyed look on her adorable and fluffy round face, while Jolie, his grandfather's ball python, simply continued to sleep peacefully in her glass container within the room of the older man.
Claude was about to get up and answer the door, but he was stopped by Lucie, who grabbed his shoulder and gently sat him back down, "Continue de manger, Claude. Je vais voir qui c'est..." ("Keep eating, Claude. I'll check and see who it is...") A quick pat on back was given to him as his sister stood up and made her way to the front door. While she did this, Claude slowly took another bite of his sandwich as he watched Lucie walk to the door. Rockwell had stopped barking and started panting once he noticed her get closer.
Casually reaching her hand out and grabbing the handle once it was within arms reach, his sister pulled the door open to reveal–
Drumroll please!
Lucie stared down at the young man in front of her, his face looked familiar, but she couldn't recognize him at first until a moment passed and she smirked, "Hey Morty, what brings you here?" There it was–the nickname Lucie had given and taken to calling Mortimer ever since Claude first introduced him to her. She leaned to the right, her body resting against the door frame before she swiveled her head to the left, looking over her shoulder at Claude, who was still eating his reuben sandwich, "Ton ami Mortimer est là, petit frère!" She called out before turning back to look at the tinier Mortimer without saying anything to him.
Why did Lucie not say anything else to Mortimer? Simple–she was waiting for Claude to come and greet his friend and possibly explain why he is here.
Claude would do just that as he got up from the couch, sandwich still in hand and halfway finished, and walked on over to where his sister and friend were, "Salut Mortimer!" ("Hey Mortimer!") He greeted his friend before taking another bite of his sandwich and casually towering over his friend alongside his sister. His other hand gave a few head pats to Rockwell, who continued to stare at Mortimer with an unnerving gaze. "Had no idea you were planning to drop by, so what's up?" Claude asked before taking another bite with a raised brow as he stared at Mortimer with a confused look on his face.
Mortimer immediately heard Claude's dog go wild. There was a good chance that Claude was home, but maybe he can easily have him sneak in Mortimer before his parents get the right idea about-
"Hey Morty, what brings you here?"
OH FOR FUCK'S SAKE, I FORGOT ABOUT LUCIE! DID THAT BITCH GROW SINCE THE LAST TIME I CAME TO VISIT!?
Mortimer tried to hide his reaction to the towering woman.
WHY.
Mortimer swears that they are putting something in the water. It's causing the women to become tall as trees. Something that the government used after they were hemorrhaging money from their modern day MKUltra experiments.
Lucie said something in French to Claude, who happened to be snacking on a sandwich. Mortimer barely knew shit on speaking French.
"HEYYYYYYYYYYY Lucie..." Mortimer tried to find the right words.
Mortimer was trying to smile in a way that autistic people like himself try to do to be casual. "Salut Claude!" Mortimer found his footing. "Is this a bad time? I didn't have stuff that needed to be done, so I figured that I drop by to see how you're doing. I'm trying to make sure Winter Break didn't kill anyone." He could mention about what happened at the horror club, since he didn't see Claude arrive there to know what the hell happened over there.
"Hey Morty, what brings you here?"
OH FOR FUCK'S SAKE, I FORGOT ABOUT LUCIE! DID THAT BITCH GROW SINCE THE LAST TIME I CAME TO VISIT!?
Mortimer tried to hide his reaction to the towering woman.
WHY.
Mortimer swears that they are putting something in the water. It's causing the women to become tall as trees. Something that the government used after they were hemorrhaging money from their modern day MKUltra experiments.
Lucie said something in French to Claude, who happened to be snacking on a sandwich. Mortimer barely knew shit on speaking French.
"HEYYYYYYYYYYY Lucie..." Mortimer tried to find the right words.
Mortimer was trying to smile in a way that autistic people like himself try to do to be casual. "Salut Claude!" Mortimer found his footing. "Is this a bad time? I didn't have stuff that needed to be done, so I figured that I drop by to see how you're doing. I'm trying to make sure Winter Break didn't kill anyone." He could mention about what happened at the horror club, since he didn't see Claude arrive there to know what the hell happened over there.
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How nice of Mortimer to make sure Winter Break didn't leave anyone frozen in a block of ice. It was good to see that he cared, regardless of his whole reputation. "Well, as you can see, we're all fine here, and no one really went through anything bad during the break–or, well, my car is experiencing some issues with its heater." That reminded Claude of what Clarissa had told him when school ended about Raya shooting him a text whenever she was available to fix his car. So, seeing as he was home now and the car was in the driveway, he decided to take out and check his phone to see if he had gotten any texts from Raya.
Sure enough, he did! Four of them to be exact that were quick and concise.
"Let me reply to Raya real quick..."
Tap tap tap tippity tap tap tip tap!!
Sounds fine by me
I'll drop it by probably in a few hours since I have an unexpected visitor
cya then, Raya
Even though he knew how to use a phone properly, he still texted like an elderly person would. "That's that. A mumble to himself as he looked back up at his sister Lucie and Mortimer, "And uhhh yeah, we're all good here. There anything else you wanted to talk about or do or is that it?" Just as Claude finished asking his friend that, he recalled noticing the many notifications of the horror clubs group chat.
He'd check it out later...
There was time for everything, after all!
Sure enough, he did! Four of them to be exact that were quick and concise.
"Let me reply to Raya real quick..."
Tap tap tap tippity tap tap tip tap!!
Sounds fine by me
I'll drop it by probably in a few hours since I have an unexpected visitor
cya then, Raya
Even though he knew how to use a phone properly, he still texted like an elderly person would. "That's that. A mumble to himself as he looked back up at his sister Lucie and Mortimer, "And uhhh yeah, we're all good here. There anything else you wanted to talk about or do or is that it?" Just as Claude finished asking his friend that, he recalled noticing the many notifications of the horror clubs group chat.
He'd check it out later...
There was time for everything, after all!
Mortimer decided to step in to the house, while Claude went texting to Raya quick. Guessing she was still around, though Mortimer didn't own a car or an electric bike to go to her shop. Mortimer waited until Claude to finish before he continued to talk.
"I figured that we just hang out here. Play some video games. See what new comic books you got. Etc, etc." Mortimer tried to act natural. Did Claude even know about what happened at the horror club?
Ughh...
He was going to have to talk to him in private about that, since gossip in Red Rock spreads fast as wildfire. "Still no word on Ray or Mercy. I didn't want to pedal over to her place and have Hayden appear to talk trash directly in front of my face." Mortimer dreaded the fact that Mercy had to be related to that shit stain Hayden with his overbearing attitude.
"I figured that we just hang out here. Play some video games. See what new comic books you got. Etc, etc." Mortimer tried to act natural. Did Claude even know about what happened at the horror club?
Ughh...
He was going to have to talk to him in private about that, since gossip in Red Rock spreads fast as wildfire. "Still no word on Ray or Mercy. I didn't want to pedal over to her place and have Hayden appear to talk trash directly in front of my face." Mortimer dreaded the fact that Mercy had to be related to that shit stain Hayden with his overbearing attitude.
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Both siblings got out of Mortimer's way, with Claude placing his hand on his friends shoulder as he followed him close behind. Meanwhile, his sister walked past the two guys before turning back to look at Mortimer over her shoulder, "You hungry, Morty? I could make you a sandwich if you want one!" Lucie proclaimed as they all walked into the living room with the rest of the O'Neil's.
"My sister can make a damn good sandwich, in case you didn't know..." Claude leaned against his friend, letting out a chuckle, before pulling himself away and walking back towards the table in the living room. While this had all transpired, Rockwell continued to stare at Mortimer with an unwavering glare, "Grrrrr..." The large Cane Corso growled at the teen while Claude grabbed his sandwich and got back to his friend, only to quickly give Rockwell a gentle yet firm head pat, "No, Rockwell, he's a friend!"
Claude told his massive canine friend, rolling his eyes, "You know how he gets..." Letting out a chuckle before looking back at Mortimer, "Anyway, Lucie can bring you your sandwich up to my room while we play some video games, right, sis?" He called out to his sister, who had walked into the kitchen and readied herself in case Mortimer was hankering for a sandwich, "You got that right, Claude. Go have some fun with your friend, baby brother!" She waved the pair off as she continued to wait for whether or not Mortimer was hungry so she could make him something.
"My sister can make a damn good sandwich, in case you didn't know..." Claude leaned against his friend, letting out a chuckle, before pulling himself away and walking back towards the table in the living room. While this had all transpired, Rockwell continued to stare at Mortimer with an unwavering glare, "Grrrrr..." The large Cane Corso growled at the teen while Claude grabbed his sandwich and got back to his friend, only to quickly give Rockwell a gentle yet firm head pat, "No, Rockwell, he's a friend!"
Claude told his massive canine friend, rolling his eyes, "You know how he gets..." Letting out a chuckle before looking back at Mortimer, "Anyway, Lucie can bring you your sandwich up to my room while we play some video games, right, sis?" He called out to his sister, who had walked into the kitchen and readied herself in case Mortimer was hankering for a sandwich, "You got that right, Claude. Go have some fun with your friend, baby brother!" She waved the pair off as she continued to wait for whether or not Mortimer was hungry so she could make him something.
Mortimer felt Claude put his hand over his shoulder, when he was behind him. Mortimer immediately tried to hide another uncomfortable reaction, since he didn't expect Claude to get touchy with him.
Damn it, how is Wade so good at masking?
Mortimer made sure to slip off his sneakers, before he ended up in the living room with the rest of the giants- I MEAN, the rest of the Porter family. Claude's sister Lucie offered Mort a sandwich. Did Mortimer eat dinner? Oh wait, he didn't. Since he was here at Claude's place, he can keep the usual microwavable dinners still in the freezer. It wasn't like his mother was going to come back from home and make him dinner. She would've notified him in advance, especially on the weekends when Mortimer had no school. And Mortimer wasn't going to go to that shitty McDonald's by Meadowbrook to get himself food. Only reason he would go to that lousy joint was to get himself two McMuffins, but his freezer was also cramped with breakfast sandwiches from Costco. And Mortimer wasn't going to pedal his way to Strawberry Letter Pavilion by the Walls-Mart, since it happened to be where Mortimer can enjoy Panda Express, where he can more crappy food with variety. Only problem as of now was that said Panda Express was directly next to the Jamba Juice, so Fray-Fray was most likely sulking there. If he saw Mortimer getting takeout, he would probably shoot him point blank. And Satan forbid that he got himself dragged to a Little Caesar's. What horrors...
He could've went to the Freddy's instead and get a chili cheese dog. Or a 3 finger combo from Raising Cane's. There was some random Mexican joint down there, but burritos were too expensive.
Mortimer can feel his stomach rumble. His body was trying to scream silently for substance, before it was going to threaten to tear Mortimer's body from the inside out.
"Yeah, I can take a sandwich with a bottled water. I didn't get anything to eat. Plus, you know how it is with those school lunches. Not really that filling." Mortimer said, but his stomach kept rumbling. It will fight against it's flesh to kill Mortimer, if it needed.
Mortimer felt Claude lean against his body. Did he not know that he was a behemoth compared to Mortimer? It was like trying to keep a severed tree from going timber. "I-I'm sure she does, Claude." Mortimer said to him. Claude's dog Rockwell was looking at him with suspicion.
Is this dog trying to be homophobic? Why is it glaring shit at me?
Claude came by to calm the hellhound down. "Oh, that's fine. I wouldn't mind that for your sis, Lucie." Mortimer tried to act casual, even though he felt completely distant. "Come on, Claude. We can do with some unwinding." Mortimer went upbeat to attempt to match the mood in the household.
Damn it, how is Wade so good at masking?
Mortimer made sure to slip off his sneakers, before he ended up in the living room with the rest of the giants- I MEAN, the rest of the Porter family. Claude's sister Lucie offered Mort a sandwich. Did Mortimer eat dinner? Oh wait, he didn't. Since he was here at Claude's place, he can keep the usual microwavable dinners still in the freezer. It wasn't like his mother was going to come back from home and make him dinner. She would've notified him in advance, especially on the weekends when Mortimer had no school. And Mortimer wasn't going to go to that shitty McDonald's by Meadowbrook to get himself food. Only reason he would go to that lousy joint was to get himself two McMuffins, but his freezer was also cramped with breakfast sandwiches from Costco. And Mortimer wasn't going to pedal his way to Strawberry Letter Pavilion by the Walls-Mart, since it happened to be where Mortimer can enjoy Panda Express, where he can more crappy food with variety. Only problem as of now was that said Panda Express was directly next to the Jamba Juice, so Fray-Fray was most likely sulking there. If he saw Mortimer getting takeout, he would probably shoot him point blank. And Satan forbid that he got himself dragged to a Little Caesar's. What horrors...
He could've went to the Freddy's instead and get a chili cheese dog. Or a 3 finger combo from Raising Cane's. There was some random Mexican joint down there, but burritos were too expensive.
Mortimer can feel his stomach rumble. His body was trying to scream silently for substance, before it was going to threaten to tear Mortimer's body from the inside out.
"Yeah, I can take a sandwich with a bottled water. I didn't get anything to eat. Plus, you know how it is with those school lunches. Not really that filling." Mortimer said, but his stomach kept rumbling. It will fight against it's flesh to kill Mortimer, if it needed.
Mortimer felt Claude lean against his body. Did he not know that he was a behemoth compared to Mortimer? It was like trying to keep a severed tree from going timber. "I-I'm sure she does, Claude." Mortimer said to him. Claude's dog Rockwell was looking at him with suspicion.
Is this dog trying to be homophobic? Why is it glaring shit at me?
Claude came by to calm the hellhound down. "Oh, that's fine. I wouldn't mind that for your sis, Lucie." Mortimer tried to act casual, even though he felt completely distant. "Come on, Claude. We can do with some unwinding." Mortimer went upbeat to attempt to match the mood in the household.
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Some unwinding, eh?
That sounded like a good idea for Claude, "You can say that again..." He mumbled in response before taking a few more bites of his reuben sandwich and making his way up the stairs to his room with Mort right behind him, "I think some N64 would do good to unwind ourselves, don't you think so, Mortimer?" Claude asked before turning right and pushing open his bedroom door.
The room was rather large, befitting of a mansion, and was absolutely covered in all sorts of objects, knick knacks, collectibles, and the like! On sizeable desk over on the left corner when one entered Claude's room was a metal display stand with a wooden dummy head shaped ball stuck on the metal rod, above it was a hanging shelf adorned with all kinds of latex masks; purchased and handmade. Overall, the desk was a bit messy but very much a part of Claude's whole... just his whole thing, y'know?
Right beside the desk was a wooden baseball bat, catching mitt, and baseball that were all propped up against the side of said desk. Those three things had been with Claude for as long as he could remembered, he enjoyed keeping them around despite the fact he outgrew them.
His bed was proportionate to his size and was large because of it. The blanket was a pretty generic and thick orange one that was all soft and cozy. He had a bunch of very plush pillows that adorned the head of the bed and were overall just great for his neck and didn't give him any problems whenever he slept whatsoever. Right in the middle of the bed was a ragged chew toy that more than likely belonged to Rockwell.
Speaking of which, here he comes!
Walking in between and past the two teens into the room before jumping on the bed and walking around in circles in the same spot of the bed, bundling up the blanket, before laying down on the comfy bed and gently chewing on his chew toy, which let out agonizing cries of pain, begging for mercy...
...which were really just repeated squeaks!
Squeaksqueaksqueaksque-
Anyway, on the opposite side of the bed was another shelf that reached the corner, and it held all sorts of comics; it was basically a small library of comics! From DC to Marvel, from the less known to the widely known, nothing was left out that Claude couldn't get his hands on and read from the shelf.
Right in front of the comic book shelf was a skateboard—a cruiserboard, to be more precise—and it showed subtle wear on it from years of countless use.
Now, in front of the bed was a large flat screen TV with a plethora of gaming consoles—both retro and modern—underneath it in the shelf beneath it alongside countless games for each console.
"Oh man, I'm pooped..." Claude muttered tiredly before stumbling into his room and setting his plate on the nightstand right next to his bed before then collapsing face first on said bed. A loud, satisfied escaped his lips as ths comfort of his bed hit his tired body like freight train made out of clouds, "I'll connect the N64 in a bit, just give me a sec..." He let out another groan of relaxation as he took the time to rest after a long day of being out of the house.
While he did this, Rockwell stopped chewing on his chew toy and suddenly began staring at Mortimer once again. He wasn't glaring–no no no. He was just staring at Mort as if he knew something about the young man. Rockwell continued to stare knowingly at Mortimer before practically giving him a look. "I know what you are." The slobbering large dog seemingly said without having actually said anything as he continued to stare at Mortimer...
...He knew what he was, Rockwell was proclaiming it—metaphorically speaking, anyways—and Mortimer couldn't do anything about it.
That sounded like a good idea for Claude, "You can say that again..." He mumbled in response before taking a few more bites of his reuben sandwich and making his way up the stairs to his room with Mort right behind him, "I think some N64 would do good to unwind ourselves, don't you think so, Mortimer?" Claude asked before turning right and pushing open his bedroom door.
The room was rather large, befitting of a mansion, and was absolutely covered in all sorts of objects, knick knacks, collectibles, and the like! On sizeable desk over on the left corner when one entered Claude's room was a metal display stand with a wooden dummy head shaped ball stuck on the metal rod, above it was a hanging shelf adorned with all kinds of latex masks; purchased and handmade. Overall, the desk was a bit messy but very much a part of Claude's whole... just his whole thing, y'know?
Right beside the desk was a wooden baseball bat, catching mitt, and baseball that were all propped up against the side of said desk. Those three things had been with Claude for as long as he could remembered, he enjoyed keeping them around despite the fact he outgrew them.
His bed was proportionate to his size and was large because of it. The blanket was a pretty generic and thick orange one that was all soft and cozy. He had a bunch of very plush pillows that adorned the head of the bed and were overall just great for his neck and didn't give him any problems whenever he slept whatsoever. Right in the middle of the bed was a ragged chew toy that more than likely belonged to Rockwell.
Speaking of which, here he comes!
Walking in between and past the two teens into the room before jumping on the bed and walking around in circles in the same spot of the bed, bundling up the blanket, before laying down on the comfy bed and gently chewing on his chew toy, which let out agonizing cries of pain, begging for mercy...
...which were really just repeated squeaks!
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Anyway, on the opposite side of the bed was another shelf that reached the corner, and it held all sorts of comics; it was basically a small library of comics! From DC to Marvel, from the less known to the widely known, nothing was left out that Claude couldn't get his hands on and read from the shelf.
Right in front of the comic book shelf was a skateboard—a cruiserboard, to be more precise—and it showed subtle wear on it from years of countless use.
Now, in front of the bed was a large flat screen TV with a plethora of gaming consoles—both retro and modern—underneath it in the shelf beneath it alongside countless games for each console.
"Oh man, I'm pooped..." Claude muttered tiredly before stumbling into his room and setting his plate on the nightstand right next to his bed before then collapsing face first on said bed. A loud, satisfied escaped his lips as ths comfort of his bed hit his tired body like freight train made out of clouds, "I'll connect the N64 in a bit, just give me a sec..." He let out another groan of relaxation as he took the time to rest after a long day of being out of the house.
While he did this, Rockwell stopped chewing on his chew toy and suddenly began staring at Mortimer once again. He wasn't glaring–no no no. He was just staring at Mort as if he knew something about the young man. Rockwell continued to stare knowingly at Mortimer before practically giving him a look. "I know what you are." The slobbering large dog seemingly said without having actually said anything as he continued to stare at Mortimer...
...He knew what he was, Rockwell was proclaiming it—metaphorically speaking, anyways—and Mortimer couldn't do anything about it.
Mortimer followed Claude up the stairs, to which his friend mentioned the N64 that he had. Claude was probably the one kid that Mortimer knew to have a N64. Those things weren't friggin' cheap. Anything that was listed as part of the retro video game market had prices that were enough to buy a piece of jewelry. Mortimer wasn't talking Vegas prices either. You go on Ebay or your local game store and they charge about like 500 dollars for a Gamecube game. Getting physical copies of video games that were discounted has prices that were enough to please scalpers. "Hey, as long as we don't play Smash. Maybe we can do some Mario Kart." Mortimer mentioned, when he got into the bedroom.
How big was Claude's bedroom? Mortimer can't do mental measurements, he was going to be wrong. Claude's bedroom might have been bigger than Mortimer's own bedroom. Claude certainly had a big ass bed. Unlike Mortimer's, which was more thin and long, since it needed to accommodate his legs.
Rockwell, who followed the boys, hopped up on the bed and immediately went at it with the squeaky toy. On the other side of the bed, there was Claude's shelf of comic books that had a lot of comic books.
"I wonder if he has any Ice Cream Man comics..."
"...?"
Mortimer felt a weird chill. He thought he heard Claude say something, but that didn't sound like his voice. Mortimer brushed it off, seeing the video game console collection that would make any gamer envious of Claude. Even Mortimer.
He watched Claude, crashing face first onto his bed, a giant whale crashing onto the seas. "Long day?" Mortimer asked Claude. What did Claude even do today? Was he even there after school or was he busy with something else?
Rockwell was now shooting him a look. Like he knew Mortimer's dirty laundry. Like how he knew how he wanted to do a little mischief with Claude with the back of Morty's own twisted thoughts.
I should've tried to convince Claude to dress up as Glamrock Freddy last Halloween...
Mortimer was looking at Rockwell back, knowing the shit-eating glare that the dog was giving him. He couldn't say anything out loud to the dog. Maybe it was reading his mind? Are dogs even telepathic? Does telepathy even exist?
Give me a fucking break, Rockwell.
It was the only thought that he can put front and center in his head in hopes that Rockwell heard him.
How big was Claude's bedroom? Mortimer can't do mental measurements, he was going to be wrong. Claude's bedroom might have been bigger than Mortimer's own bedroom. Claude certainly had a big ass bed. Unlike Mortimer's, which was more thin and long, since it needed to accommodate his legs.
Rockwell, who followed the boys, hopped up on the bed and immediately went at it with the squeaky toy. On the other side of the bed, there was Claude's shelf of comic books that had a lot of comic books.
"I wonder if he has any Ice Cream Man comics..."
"...?"
Mortimer felt a weird chill. He thought he heard Claude say something, but that didn't sound like his voice. Mortimer brushed it off, seeing the video game console collection that would make any gamer envious of Claude. Even Mortimer.
He watched Claude, crashing face first onto his bed, a giant whale crashing onto the seas. "Long day?" Mortimer asked Claude. What did Claude even do today? Was he even there after school or was he busy with something else?
Rockwell was now shooting him a look. Like he knew Mortimer's dirty laundry. Like how he knew how he wanted to do a little mischief with Claude with the back of Morty's own twisted thoughts.
I should've tried to convince Claude to dress up as Glamrock Freddy last Halloween...
Mortimer was looking at Rockwell back, knowing the shit-eating glare that the dog was giving him. He couldn't say anything out loud to the dog. Maybe it was reading his mind? Are dogs even telepathic? Does telepathy even exist?
Give me a fucking break, Rockwell.
It was the only thought that he can put front and center in his head in hopes that Rockwell heard him.
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Rockwell made a noise with his mouth that was akin to a scoff; a very rude and judgemental scoff at Mortimer before–
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The chew toy started up the squeaks once again as Rockwell stopped giving Mortimer the stink eye and went back gnawing on the dog toy that let out more cries, begging for a merciful end that it would never be given.
Guess Rockwell would continue to be just barely tolerable of Claude's friend as he continued to just do his own thing.
Speaking of Claude, his friends question registered a while after Mortimer asked him about his long day as he let out a sigh before answering, "Well, after school ended and I was out in the parking lot, dreading having to hop in and drive my car because the heater hasn't worked for a while now before I saw some of the cheerleaders across the lot. So, I planned to prolong the inevitable and went off to catch up and see what's up; Sylvie, Clarissa, and Marcy are all doing fine nowadays, so that was good to hear and uhhhh..." His deep voice trailed off when he began to turn himself around on his bed until he was resting on his back.
All of the comfort he felt was increased ten times and for a moment, a single moment, Claude considered just falling asleep after such a long day...
But that wouldn't be very nice and friendly of him, now would it?
No, it wouldn't. So, he quickly glanced in Mortimer's direction before continuing with his answer, "...They then decided to invite me along to hang out in Crateful to grab a bite and play some games in Connect Pour. It was fun, we all had fun. One thing led to another and Clarissa dropped us off at our homes... so yeah, you could say it was a long day!" It was fun, Claude truly did enjoy the experience. But, nothing could beat the feeling of coming home after school ends and laying down on your bed.
His hand dragged itself up towards the base of his forehead as he began to reminisce about everything that's happened in the past few hours. But even with all that he thought about, there was something he couldn't quite get his mind off...
Sylvie, Hope, and Maggie.
Those three girls have been close friends to Claude ever since he met them, and as of late, he's been feeling a certain way that he had no idea about whatsoever. The faces of those three hovered around his mind, and for a brief second, he pondered about why he thought those three specifically...
Claude quickly gave himself a smack, a wake up call, and forced himself up and off his bed, "Mario kart sounds like a good idea!" Mortimer asked him that way earlier, but hey, now was as good a time as any to plug the N64 into the TV and put the game cartridge in, which he proceeded to do as he made his way over to the gaming consoles and plugged the N64 into the back of the TV, where he then turned it on and rummaged through the collection of N64 cartridges until he found Mario Kart, "Ya ready?" Claude asked Mortimer as he inserted the cartridge into the console before taking out a pair of N64 controllers, plugging them into the console and then turning around to give Mortimer his controller.
Squeaksqueaksqueaksque-
The chew toy started up the squeaks once again as Rockwell stopped giving Mortimer the stink eye and went back gnawing on the dog toy that let out more cries, begging for a merciful end that it would never be given.
Guess Rockwell would continue to be just barely tolerable of Claude's friend as he continued to just do his own thing.
Speaking of Claude, his friends question registered a while after Mortimer asked him about his long day as he let out a sigh before answering, "Well, after school ended and I was out in the parking lot, dreading having to hop in and drive my car because the heater hasn't worked for a while now before I saw some of the cheerleaders across the lot. So, I planned to prolong the inevitable and went off to catch up and see what's up; Sylvie, Clarissa, and Marcy are all doing fine nowadays, so that was good to hear and uhhhh..." His deep voice trailed off when he began to turn himself around on his bed until he was resting on his back.
All of the comfort he felt was increased ten times and for a moment, a single moment, Claude considered just falling asleep after such a long day...
But that wouldn't be very nice and friendly of him, now would it?
No, it wouldn't. So, he quickly glanced in Mortimer's direction before continuing with his answer, "...They then decided to invite me along to hang out in Crateful to grab a bite and play some games in Connect Pour. It was fun, we all had fun. One thing led to another and Clarissa dropped us off at our homes... so yeah, you could say it was a long day!" It was fun, Claude truly did enjoy the experience. But, nothing could beat the feeling of coming home after school ends and laying down on your bed.
His hand dragged itself up towards the base of his forehead as he began to reminisce about everything that's happened in the past few hours. But even with all that he thought about, there was something he couldn't quite get his mind off...
Sylvie, Hope, and Maggie.
Those three girls have been close friends to Claude ever since he met them, and as of late, he's been feeling a certain way that he had no idea about whatsoever. The faces of those three hovered around his mind, and for a brief second, he pondered about why he thought those three specifically...
Claude quickly gave himself a smack, a wake up call, and forced himself up and off his bed, "Mario kart sounds like a good idea!" Mortimer asked him that way earlier, but hey, now was as good a time as any to plug the N64 into the TV and put the game cartridge in, which he proceeded to do as he made his way over to the gaming consoles and plugged the N64 into the back of the TV, where he then turned it on and rummaged through the collection of N64 cartridges until he found Mario Kart, "Ya ready?" Claude asked Mortimer as he inserted the cartridge into the console before taking out a pair of N64 controllers, plugging them into the console and then turning around to give Mortimer his controller.
The dog could only look at Mortimer briefly, before it went on another chew fest.
Yeah, go ahead and sneer, you little shit.
Mortimer sat on the bed with Claude still belly first on the mattress. He was told on Claude's day to which supposedly, the giant managed to become a chick magnet for some cheerleaders who happen to be nearby and got invited with them to the Crateful Dead. Lucky bastard, Mortimer thought. Claude was hanging with chicks and them ladies, while Mortimer gets his ass busted by his lesbian principal, because he didn't send a permit for showing a horror movie classic.
...
...Oh yeah, he was also here to mention Claude that.
From what appeared to be a delayed reaction, Claude slapped himself and agreed to Mortimer's suggestion of Mario Kart 64. Claude must have had a really long day. Who knows what he has been doing with them cheerleaders. How did Claude keep track of all the wiring from his game consoles? For someone to have all of that right next to each other, Claude must have been pretty organized to not make a tangled web (or have any of those spiders that like to live in plug outlets). "I'm ready, buckaroo. Gimme that." Mortimer said, getting his controller ready.
After Claude set up with the game, the TV lit up with the classic title screen of Mario Kart 64.
Mortimer tried to act casual for what was going to happen next. Rockwell, that little shit, was looking at him again.
Claude was already in a happier and less tired mood, so it should work to say it now.
"This MIGHT end up hanging around, but there may be a chance that Principal Winegarden might have me and the Horror Club's ass.."
Why the fuck did I have to say it in a casual tone like that!?
Yeah, go ahead and sneer, you little shit.
Mortimer sat on the bed with Claude still belly first on the mattress. He was told on Claude's day to which supposedly, the giant managed to become a chick magnet for some cheerleaders who happen to be nearby and got invited with them to the Crateful Dead. Lucky bastard, Mortimer thought. Claude was hanging with chicks and them ladies, while Mortimer gets his ass busted by his lesbian principal, because he didn't send a permit for showing a horror movie classic.
...
...Oh yeah, he was also here to mention Claude that.
From what appeared to be a delayed reaction, Claude slapped himself and agreed to Mortimer's suggestion of Mario Kart 64. Claude must have had a really long day. Who knows what he has been doing with them cheerleaders. How did Claude keep track of all the wiring from his game consoles? For someone to have all of that right next to each other, Claude must have been pretty organized to not make a tangled web (or have any of those spiders that like to live in plug outlets). "I'm ready, buckaroo. Gimme that." Mortimer said, getting his controller ready.
After Claude set up with the game, the TV lit up with the classic title screen of Mario Kart 64.
Mortimer tried to act casual for what was going to happen next. Rockwell, that little shit, was looking at him again.
Claude was already in a happier and less tired mood, so it should work to say it now.
"This MIGHT end up hanging around, but there may be a chance that Principal Winegarden might have me and the Horror Club's ass.."
Why the fuck did I have to say it in a casual tone like that!?
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Star Cup? A good choice, not Claude's first choice, but he still found enjoyment in it. This was going to be a grand old time where nothing could go wrong–
"This MIGHT end up hanging around, but there may be a chance that Principal Winegarden might have me and the Horror Club's ass."
The expression on Claude's darkened, his head slowly turning to look at Mortimer, and once he had his friend in his direct line of sight, the towering behemoth of a man gave his shorter friend a glare that was eerily similar to the stare Goku had on the cover art of Dragon Ball Xenoverse 2, "You're joking, right?" He asked bluntly, and without waiting for an answer, Claude pulled out his phone and quickly unlocked it to check the horror club group chat.
Nothing was typed, not a single text was sent, Claude just stared at the messages in the group chat without saying a word. "Damn..." A mutter towards nothing but everything at the same time before Claude took a deep breath in, chucking the phone to side where it bounced on the bed briefly before stopping and landing on its screen, and looked back up Mortimer. "I really thought you had common sense, man." Disappointment was evident in his voice as he spoke to Mortimer as his expression softened, no longer glaring at his friend and instead just looking at him disappointedly, "Come on, Mortimer, why risk watching a movie that has a sex scene in it in a SCHOOL CLUB?!" Extra emphasis was put on those last two words since that was something that Claude felt really needed to have been taken into consideration by Mortimer before he chose to watch American Psycho.
Bu why American Psycho, of all things? Why was his choice a movie with more blood in it? The more he thought about it, the more one single question raced around his mind: Why did Mortimer choose American Psycho if it wasn't even a horror movie? At least, Claude didn't consider the film to fall under the horror genre. In his eyes, American Psycho was more of a thriller than a horror, and he was smart to know to never watch a horror film with a sex scene in it IN SCHOOL!
"I mean like–American Psycho isn't even a fucking horror movie, Morty–" Before he could finish with what he was about to say, the doorknob turned and the door was pushed open before Lucie walked in with a plate in hand that held a BLT sandwich, "Is everything alright in here?" She asked the two boys with a raised eyebrow as she waited for a response.
The silence would've been deafening if it weren't for another sound to start being made once again.
Squeaksqueaksqueaksqueak
"This MIGHT end up hanging around, but there may be a chance that Principal Winegarden might have me and the Horror Club's ass."
The expression on Claude's darkened, his head slowly turning to look at Mortimer, and once he had his friend in his direct line of sight, the towering behemoth of a man gave his shorter friend a glare that was eerily similar to the stare Goku had on the cover art of Dragon Ball Xenoverse 2, "You're joking, right?" He asked bluntly, and without waiting for an answer, Claude pulled out his phone and quickly unlocked it to check the horror club group chat.
Nothing was typed, not a single text was sent, Claude just stared at the messages in the group chat without saying a word. "Damn..." A mutter towards nothing but everything at the same time before Claude took a deep breath in, chucking the phone to side where it bounced on the bed briefly before stopping and landing on its screen, and looked back up Mortimer. "I really thought you had common sense, man." Disappointment was evident in his voice as he spoke to Mortimer as his expression softened, no longer glaring at his friend and instead just looking at him disappointedly, "Come on, Mortimer, why risk watching a movie that has a sex scene in it in a SCHOOL CLUB?!" Extra emphasis was put on those last two words since that was something that Claude felt really needed to have been taken into consideration by Mortimer before he chose to watch American Psycho.
Bu why American Psycho, of all things? Why was his choice a movie with more blood in it? The more he thought about it, the more one single question raced around his mind: Why did Mortimer choose American Psycho if it wasn't even a horror movie? At least, Claude didn't consider the film to fall under the horror genre. In his eyes, American Psycho was more of a thriller than a horror, and he was smart to know to never watch a horror film with a sex scene in it IN SCHOOL!
"I mean like–American Psycho isn't even a fucking horror movie, Morty–" Before he could finish with what he was about to say, the doorknob turned and the door was pushed open before Lucie walked in with a plate in hand that held a BLT sandwich, "Is everything alright in here?" She asked the two boys with a raised eyebrow as she waited for a response.
The silence would've been deafening if it weren't for another sound to start being made once again.
Squeaksqueaksqueaksqueak
Mortimer said what he felt needed to be said and that nothing can go wrong-
Claude immediately gave Mortimer a death glare that immediately sent a shiver down his spine. Claude asked Mortimer if he was joking.
"Huh. Nice death glare you got there."
"Uhhhh, Claude!" Mortimer felt something on his body sweat. Claude was usually a chill guy and wasn't someone who was made to be actively pissed off, but when he got mad, he got mad. Claude went to check his phone, but Mortimer tried to do an excuse.
"Well-erm-It's not what it sounds like-but erm-uhhh-DON'TCHECKYOURPHONEPLE-" Mortimer was too late. Claude had his phone to check out the group chat for the horror club. Sure enough, Mortimer had sent some messages on his own on the horror club group chat, though he was watching Claude's reaction to the situation. He tossed his phone to his bed, before he looked back to Mortimer.
"Of course, I had common sense. Who wouldn't like American Psycho?" Mortimer replied briefly when Claude thought that his friend had common sense. Common sense was a different definition to Mortimer, but whatever worked was whatever worked. Still, Claude knew what nail he was supposed to hammer down onto Mortimer.
"I wasn't showing straight-up porn in school! Ok, there were supposed to be sex scenes, but that wasn't the important part of the film! It's not like the book that was more explicit and graphic. I mean, I was there to set things up. I got first dibs on what movie to get the gang back together. How the fuck was I supposed to know that I needed to get a permit for showing that stuff?!" Mortimer said, trying not to argue.... but he was arguing.
Mortimer was about to defend his opinion that American Psycho did count as horror, until he heard the door open. Mortimer immediately went silent and turned around to see Claude's sister with a BLT sandwich for him, asking if everything was alright. That damn mutt was taking advantage of Mortimer's anxiety by mouthfucking that squeaky toy of his.
Then, in true Mortimer's fashion.
He said some bullshit:
"Yeah, we were just having a typical discussion on cinema!" Mortimer said with a nervous smile, turning his body, so that he was leaning against the side of the bed. He reached to put an arm on the bed, trying to pet Rockwell. "You know, I was considering that me, Claude, and the rest of my friends should go see that Monkey movie that's supposed to come out next month. There aren't going to be making another Final Destination movie, so I thought that would be cool to maybe run that by. I mean... you can't deny a film whom source material is from Stephen King, right?"
Mortimer wanted Claude to go along. Rockwell might be a third wheel from the pets that Morty was attempting to give, or he might try to bite his fingers... or bite at his ears, since Mortimer was leaning against the bed with his head back.
Also, don't tell Mortimer, folks. But the teaser trailer for Final Destination Bloodlines would come out earlier next month.
Let's... let's not tell him that. He will see it. Don't worry.
Claude immediately gave Mortimer a death glare that immediately sent a shiver down his spine. Claude asked Mortimer if he was joking.
"Huh. Nice death glare you got there."
"Uhhhh, Claude!" Mortimer felt something on his body sweat. Claude was usually a chill guy and wasn't someone who was made to be actively pissed off, but when he got mad, he got mad. Claude went to check his phone, but Mortimer tried to do an excuse.
"Well-erm-It's not what it sounds like-but erm-uhhh-DON'TCHECKYOURPHONEPLE-" Mortimer was too late. Claude had his phone to check out the group chat for the horror club. Sure enough, Mortimer had sent some messages on his own on the horror club group chat, though he was watching Claude's reaction to the situation. He tossed his phone to his bed, before he looked back to Mortimer.
"Of course, I had common sense. Who wouldn't like American Psycho?" Mortimer replied briefly when Claude thought that his friend had common sense. Common sense was a different definition to Mortimer, but whatever worked was whatever worked. Still, Claude knew what nail he was supposed to hammer down onto Mortimer.
"I wasn't showing straight-up porn in school! Ok, there were supposed to be sex scenes, but that wasn't the important part of the film! It's not like the book that was more explicit and graphic. I mean, I was there to set things up. I got first dibs on what movie to get the gang back together. How the fuck was I supposed to know that I needed to get a permit for showing that stuff?!" Mortimer said, trying not to argue.... but he was arguing.
Mortimer was about to defend his opinion that American Psycho did count as horror, until he heard the door open. Mortimer immediately went silent and turned around to see Claude's sister with a BLT sandwich for him, asking if everything was alright. That damn mutt was taking advantage of Mortimer's anxiety by mouthfucking that squeaky toy of his.
Then, in true Mortimer's fashion.
He said some bullshit:
"Yeah, we were just having a typical discussion on cinema!" Mortimer said with a nervous smile, turning his body, so that he was leaning against the side of the bed. He reached to put an arm on the bed, trying to pet Rockwell. "You know, I was considering that me, Claude, and the rest of my friends should go see that Monkey movie that's supposed to come out next month. There aren't going to be making another Final Destination movie, so I thought that would be cool to maybe run that by. I mean... you can't deny a film whom source material is from Stephen King, right?"
Mortimer wanted Claude to go along. Rockwell might be a third wheel from the pets that Morty was attempting to give, or he might try to bite his fingers... or bite at his ears, since Mortimer was leaning against the bed with his head back.
Also, don't tell Mortimer, folks. But the teaser trailer for Final Destination Bloodlines would come out earlier next month.
Let's... let's not tell him that. He will see it. Don't worry.
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"What–no, don't you..." Claude's dog seemingly thought as he gave Mortimer a mean side eye when he tried to half heartedly pet him. Rockwell scooted away, side eyeing the boy some more as his hand got closer to try and pet him. He scooted away some more as the hand got closer. It wasn't until Mortimer kept trying to pet him that Rockwell, while still side eyeing the teen very judgementally, backed away from him completely.
The dog reacted in the same way any person would when someone said something uncomfortably cringy to them. "I know what kind of man you are..." Rockwell seemingly said to Mortimer without having actually said anything.
Claude and his sister Lucie watched all this happen, and it surprised them since the large pet dog rarely ever acted this way with anyone. "Anyway... what's this about a Monkey movie?" His older sister asked Mortimer, setting the plate with the sandwich right next to the resting teen as curiosity had her yearning for a response.
Oh yeah, that movie.
Claude had seen the trailer for it, and it looked...
"Shit..." He mumbled under his breath, Lucie having heard him, "Hey!" She reprimanded him for it pretty quickly, "Pardon my French!" The young man joked as he apologized.
The dog reacted in the same way any person would when someone said something uncomfortably cringy to them. "I know what kind of man you are..." Rockwell seemingly said to Mortimer without having actually said anything.
Claude and his sister Lucie watched all this happen, and it surprised them since the large pet dog rarely ever acted this way with anyone. "Anyway... what's this about a Monkey movie?" His older sister asked Mortimer, setting the plate with the sandwich right next to the resting teen as curiosity had her yearning for a response.
Oh yeah, that movie.
Claude had seen the trailer for it, and it looked...
"Shit..." He mumbled under his breath, Lucie having heard him, "Hey!" She reprimanded him for it pretty quickly, "Pardon my French!" The young man joked as he apologized.