Mortimer reached for the dog, but he was unaware that Rockwell was actively avoiding him. Not even trying to bite him, more like he didn't even want to anything to do with Mortimer. How pitiful...
Lucie asked him on what this so-called Monkey movie is about, though Claude muttered the way "Shit" out of nowhere. Mortimer gave a glance at Claude, though he was wondering if his friend knew to go along. And buy him those movie tickets, but he needed to hear Wade's opinion if he went to see Heart Eyes next month.
"Like I said. It's a film based off of a Stephen King story. The director of Longlegs is doing it, so I consider it to be hype enough for viewing." Mortimer said, where Lucie set down the sandwich. A classic BLT sandwich. Mortimer preferred to have his sandwiches with chips, but he didn't want to ask. Then again, she is completely towering over him and might crush his head in with her foot. "Thanks for the sandwich, Lucie." Mortimer said, pulling the plate closer to him with a N64 controller in his lap.
Gathering of (Mostly) Giants!
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It took a while and bit of getting used to, but by then, Rockwell jumped back on the bed and made his way to the side of Mortimer, where he curled up next to him with a huff.
"Told you he'd warm up to you!" Claude exclaimed joyfully before he gave Mortimer a friendly punch to his left shoulder. The teen proceeded to get obliterated in what would become a national tragedy!
...Not really, all it did was hurt a bit, "Just had to take some time, is all!" Lucie continued as she proceeded to slap Mort in his other shoulder, destroying it beyond what could be salvageable...
Again, not really and all that happened was that it left Mortimer with two hurt shoulders courtesy of the two friendly giants, "Well, I'm going to leave you two to discuss your plans; call for me if you need anything else, alright, Mort?" Before he could respond, Lucie walked back out the door and down the stairs to leave the two boys to their shenanigans. With her out of the picture for now, Claude gave Mortimer the same death glare from a few moments ago before letting out a frustrated sigh.
"To hell with it..."
Claude thought before deciding to offer his friend a deal, "Look, I know you like Mercy," Claude said that so casually that it wouldn't even have registered in Mortimer's brain for a few seconds before he continued speaking, "I have no idea what you see in her but it's your choice, now here's the deal: I will try to help you ask her out, in exchange, you and I will go to the principals office where you will apologize for showing American Psycho in school and accept whatever disciplinary punishment that they have in mind for you, alright?" This sounded less like a means of negotiation and more as an ultimatum, which it probably was!
"We do it the easy way or we do it the hard way, where I drag you to the office and force you to do all that without trying to help you get with Mercy, yeah?" The tall baseball player got up and made his way towards his plate with his sandwich on it, grabbing it and taking a few bites, scarfing it down as he turned back around and made his way back to the bed while still eating his sandwich.
"Told you he'd warm up to you!" Claude exclaimed joyfully before he gave Mortimer a friendly punch to his left shoulder. The teen proceeded to get obliterated in what would become a national tragedy!
...Not really, all it did was hurt a bit, "Just had to take some time, is all!" Lucie continued as she proceeded to slap Mort in his other shoulder, destroying it beyond what could be salvageable...
Again, not really and all that happened was that it left Mortimer with two hurt shoulders courtesy of the two friendly giants, "Well, I'm going to leave you two to discuss your plans; call for me if you need anything else, alright, Mort?" Before he could respond, Lucie walked back out the door and down the stairs to leave the two boys to their shenanigans. With her out of the picture for now, Claude gave Mortimer the same death glare from a few moments ago before letting out a frustrated sigh.
"To hell with it..."
Claude thought before deciding to offer his friend a deal, "Look, I know you like Mercy," Claude said that so casually that it wouldn't even have registered in Mortimer's brain for a few seconds before he continued speaking, "I have no idea what you see in her but it's your choice, now here's the deal: I will try to help you ask her out, in exchange, you and I will go to the principals office where you will apologize for showing American Psycho in school and accept whatever disciplinary punishment that they have in mind for you, alright?" This sounded less like a means of negotiation and more as an ultimatum, which it probably was!
"We do it the easy way or we do it the hard way, where I drag you to the office and force you to do all that without trying to help you get with Mercy, yeah?" The tall baseball player got up and made his way towards his plate with his sandwich on it, grabbing it and taking a few bites, scarfing it down as he turned back around and made his way back to the bed while still eating his sandwich.
The dog was getting onto Mortimer's terms finally. It decided to get those pets that Morty wanted to give him and Rockwell allowed him to do so. It's been a while since Mortimer had a dog.
Then, his friend proceeded to give him a-
DID CLAUDE HAVE TO GIVE HIM A LOVE TAP LIKE THAT!? THAT WAS NOT GENTLE AT ALL! Mortimer knew that Claude had the strength to rip someone's face up by squeezing his fingers into someone's eyeballs, gouging them out with the face, removing it like a mask.
Of course, Mortimer was exaggerating his injury.
Then, Lucie came along and-
Mortimer's nerves to detect pain must have not been doing their job. Why was his body so sensitive with these giants trying to be playful with him?
This shit is not fair! How can I play Mario Kart when my shoulders feel busted!?
Mortimer was currently going to be in a disadvantage when he was riding at the Star Cup. Maybe he can pull off that Wario Stadium gambit with the lightning or a red shell.
Still, Lucie went out of the bedroom to give him and Claude some privacy. That's some relief. "We'll be alright, Lucie! Thanks for the sandwich!" Mortimer said, but he couldn't raise his damn arms from the giants fracturing his bones. Did Mortimer drink enough milk recently? The last time he drank tons of milk, his parents thought he had leukemia from how pale his skin got.
The moment the door closed with Lucie out, Mortimer could've almost heard the Prowler theme again. Claude was once again eyeing him. Even the dog too, who looked like he was going to go at it again with the squeaky toy.
"Aw fuck."
Mortimer was still in trouble and is eligible to be a victim of Claude's wrath. He's going to fracture the rest of Mortimer's bones to turn him into a basketball and dribble him down the Strip.
"C'mon, man. Give me a break. It was only once." Mortimer leaned down to take a bite into his sandwich, his teeth sinking into the bread, lettuce, tomato and bacon. Until Claude said something that nearly made Morty bite his own tongue.
Now, Claude was trying to offer Morty a chance to ask her out on a date, in exchange, that he make an apology to the school for showing American Psycho.
My brother in Christ, the fuck!?
"You're friggin' serious?!" Mortimer said. Rockwell was still looking at him. "Claude, I'm already dead meat! They are probably gonna to call my mother anyways. What do you want me to do? I can't get a uk-ukulele and make an apology video." Mortimer said to him. Claude was probably going to have Mortimer not delay the inevitable. Mortimer took a large bite of his sandwich to try to calm down.
Then, his friend proceeded to give him a-
DID CLAUDE HAVE TO GIVE HIM A LOVE TAP LIKE THAT!? THAT WAS NOT GENTLE AT ALL! Mortimer knew that Claude had the strength to rip someone's face up by squeezing his fingers into someone's eyeballs, gouging them out with the face, removing it like a mask.
Of course, Mortimer was exaggerating his injury.
Then, Lucie came along and-
Mortimer's nerves to detect pain must have not been doing their job. Why was his body so sensitive with these giants trying to be playful with him?
This shit is not fair! How can I play Mario Kart when my shoulders feel busted!?
Mortimer was currently going to be in a disadvantage when he was riding at the Star Cup. Maybe he can pull off that Wario Stadium gambit with the lightning or a red shell.
Still, Lucie went out of the bedroom to give him and Claude some privacy. That's some relief. "We'll be alright, Lucie! Thanks for the sandwich!" Mortimer said, but he couldn't raise his damn arms from the giants fracturing his bones. Did Mortimer drink enough milk recently? The last time he drank tons of milk, his parents thought he had leukemia from how pale his skin got.
The moment the door closed with Lucie out, Mortimer could've almost heard the Prowler theme again. Claude was once again eyeing him. Even the dog too, who looked like he was going to go at it again with the squeaky toy.
"Aw fuck."
Mortimer was still in trouble and is eligible to be a victim of Claude's wrath. He's going to fracture the rest of Mortimer's bones to turn him into a basketball and dribble him down the Strip.
"C'mon, man. Give me a break. It was only once." Mortimer leaned down to take a bite into his sandwich, his teeth sinking into the bread, lettuce, tomato and bacon. Until Claude said something that nearly made Morty bite his own tongue.
Mortimer bite down hard in shock. How the fuck did Claude know that he had feelings for Mercy?!"Look, I know you like Mercy,"
Now, Claude was trying to offer Morty a chance to ask her out on a date, in exchange, that he make an apology to the school for showing American Psycho.
My brother in Christ, the fuck!?
"You're friggin' serious?!" Mortimer said. Rockwell was still looking at him. "Claude, I'm already dead meat! They are probably gonna to call my mother anyways. What do you want me to do? I can't get a uk-ukulele and make an apology video." Mortimer said to him. Claude was probably going to have Mortimer not delay the inevitable. Mortimer took a large bite of his sandwich to try to calm down.
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Now he knew Mortimer was just overreacting. This wasn't anything new to Claude as he let out an annoyed sigh, "I'm not telling you to do all that, I'm telling you to just come with me when we go to school so we can try to appeal to the principal so our club doesn't get shut down; besides, an apology will do wonders in this day and age, and even if you aren't listened to, maybe I will be." In all fairness, Claude’s logic was questionable, to say the least, but there was some merit to it, no matter how miniscule it was.
Rockwell, on the other hand, had splayed his body out as he got comfortable on the bed. His back rubbed against the blanket and he let out small whines of satisfaction.
"It's not like I'm asking you to kill someone, (wink wink) I just want you to come with me to the principals office when we get back to school so you can apologize normally, alright?" Claude hoped that Mortimer would see reason when it came to this sort of thing, he really did.
That's when he suddenly remembered something. Something so crucial it could spell the end of Mortimer...
Claude quickly picked up both controllers and just readied everything up for the race, not giving his friend the opportunity of a fair game as the circuit was about to start, "Ready up
Slowpoke!" A cackle followed his taunt and he held his controller in his hands, flashing a shit eating grin towards his friend. "But anyways, mind if I ask you what you see in Mercy that made you fall so hard for her?" Claude perfectly replicated the Rock eyebrow raise as he waited for his friends response.
While this was happening, Rockwell slowly dozed off as he fell asleep with a snore.
Rockwell, on the other hand, had splayed his body out as he got comfortable on the bed. His back rubbed against the blanket and he let out small whines of satisfaction.
"It's not like I'm asking you to kill someone, (wink wink) I just want you to come with me to the principals office when we get back to school so you can apologize normally, alright?" Claude hoped that Mortimer would see reason when it came to this sort of thing, he really did.
That's when he suddenly remembered something. Something so crucial it could spell the end of Mortimer...
Claude quickly picked up both controllers and just readied everything up for the race, not giving his friend the opportunity of a fair game as the circuit was about to start, "Ready up
Slowpoke!" A cackle followed his taunt and he held his controller in his hands, flashing a shit eating grin towards his friend. "But anyways, mind if I ask you what you see in Mercy that made you fall so hard for her?" Claude perfectly replicated the Rock eyebrow raise as he waited for his friends response.
While this was happening, Rockwell slowly dozed off as he fell asleep with a snore.
Mortimer looked at Claude like he was crazy, because the actual crazy one was the obvious choice in the matter. Unfortunately, Claude was right. Mortimer needed to get back in the good graces with the horror club and his lesbian principal Winegarden... and Fray-Fray, who Mortimer might have gotten fired. Though Mortimer needed to be 100 feet from a Jamba Juice, still.
"Alright... Alright." Mortimer accepted his death.
Rockwell was pleased. A job well done for him, letting himself stretch and relax.
"You need to still be a wingman for me, though. Vice Principal Misel might be the one there in the morning, so he is going to be a hardass when I try to do an apology. You gotta back me up if he's there." Knowing Misel, he is going to try to tear up Mortimer's ass, regardless.
Mortimer reached down to take a bite out of his BLT sandwich again, until his friend Claude suddenly grabbed his controller. The food was already in Morty's mouth, before he had a chance to reply. That son of a bitch didn't give Mortimer the chance to pick his character! Mortimer could only look to see the shit eating grin that Claude had on him.
Mortimer swallowed what he had been chewing.
"Oh, you asshole..." Mortimer grabbed his controller back. His character was Toad. Oh damn it! Mortimer wanted to pick Bowser. He had to get in his a-game stage, when the race started at Wario Stadium. Oh, he was going to pull the lightning bolt on Claude here.
"It's complicated for Mercy. That's all I can say." Mortimer got both of his hands on the controller, trying to make sure Claude didn't get the upper hand in the race.
"Alright... Alright." Mortimer accepted his death.
Rockwell was pleased. A job well done for him, letting himself stretch and relax.
"You need to still be a wingman for me, though. Vice Principal Misel might be the one there in the morning, so he is going to be a hardass when I try to do an apology. You gotta back me up if he's there." Knowing Misel, he is going to try to tear up Mortimer's ass, regardless.
Mortimer reached down to take a bite out of his BLT sandwich again, until his friend Claude suddenly grabbed his controller. The food was already in Morty's mouth, before he had a chance to reply. That son of a bitch didn't give Mortimer the chance to pick his character! Mortimer could only look to see the shit eating grin that Claude had on him.
Mortimer swallowed what he had been chewing.
"Oh, you asshole..." Mortimer grabbed his controller back. His character was Toad. Oh damn it! Mortimer wanted to pick Bowser. He had to get in his a-game stage, when the race started at Wario Stadium. Oh, he was going to pull the lightning bolt on Claude here.
"It's complicated for Mercy. That's all I can say." Mortimer got both of his hands on the controller, trying to make sure Claude didn't get the upper hand in the race.
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Finally his friend gave in, Claude would've done a victorious fist pump if he weren't preoccupied with zooming around the track with Luigi. It was practically more than necessary for him to be Mortimer's wingman when it came down to it for the reason that was mentioned. Of course, Claude felt that someone such as himself was perfectly capable of charming people with his... just his everything, in all honesty. But okay, this was starting to sound more like he was going to use his charm for manipulation, but he wasn't that type of person, he was actually genuine, which was hard to come by these days.
"I'm sure I can make Misel see reason, besides, if all goes well then maybe, like you mentioned earlier, the only repercussion will be your parents getting called!" Even though anything could happen and come out of it, Claude always went into those types of situations keeping certain possibilities in mind–should the best or the worst happen, then he'd at least be prepared for it.
But that was for when they get back to school, so Claude didn't worry about that right now as the first race was nearing it's end. Rockwell had fallen sound asleep moments ago, and everything was going pretty well.
Yep, this was the life for Claude, and he enjoyed every second of it, "Complicated, huh?" Even though he didn't want to think about it, let alone say it out loud, Mercy and Mortimer seemed... perfect for each other? It had certainly shocked Claude when he found out, but it made sense as he slowly saw their whole dynamic.
Simply put, it would make Claude happy to have helped his friend get together with someone.
"I'm sure I can make Misel see reason, besides, if all goes well then maybe, like you mentioned earlier, the only repercussion will be your parents getting called!" Even though anything could happen and come out of it, Claude always went into those types of situations keeping certain possibilities in mind–should the best or the worst happen, then he'd at least be prepared for it.
But that was for when they get back to school, so Claude didn't worry about that right now as the first race was nearing it's end. Rockwell had fallen sound asleep moments ago, and everything was going pretty well.
Yep, this was the life for Claude, and he enjoyed every second of it, "Complicated, huh?" Even though he didn't want to think about it, let alone say it out loud, Mercy and Mortimer seemed... perfect for each other? It had certainly shocked Claude when he found out, but it made sense as he slowly saw their whole dynamic.
Simply put, it would make Claude happy to have helped his friend get together with someone.
Claude did seem fond of making sure that Misel didn't get onto Mortimer's ass, but there was still the problem of the inevitable. "What do you expect? I know the school is going to call my parents. They'll nag at me for getting into trouble." Mortimer commented. Maybe his father would be fine with him. Ok, maybe not his mother and perhaps his sister will make fun of him for doing something stupid. A guy needed some peace, but what do they know?
The race was going on much faster than expected. Mortimer didn't bother to eat his sandwich, since he needed both of his hands on the controller with his eyes glued to the TV screen. Mario is being a sadist, as he keeps getting red shells and going ballistic. Mortimer managed to use a banana to slow Claude down briefly, but he should try to get that lightning bolt to-
OH THAT'S SUCH BULLSHIT! HOW THE FUCK DID I GET HIT BY MY OWN GREEN SHELL!?
The salt was real. Commonly produced when playing either Mario Party or Mario Kart with other people. Nintendo knows and people keep saying that their games aren't as hardcore as Dark Souls.
Mortimer was currently in 5th place and he wasn't going to let the NPCs beat him. It was during the last lap of Wario Stadium and then Mortimer struck the item box to which he got what he needed. The lightning bolt. Maybe he can save it for the right moment. He can see the other racers on the mini-map on one side of the screen. If he timed it right...
The race was going on much faster than expected. Mortimer didn't bother to eat his sandwich, since he needed both of his hands on the controller with his eyes glued to the TV screen. Mario is being a sadist, as he keeps getting red shells and going ballistic. Mortimer managed to use a banana to slow Claude down briefly, but he should try to get that lightning bolt to-
OH THAT'S SUCH BULLSHIT! HOW THE FUCK DID I GET HIT BY MY OWN GREEN SHELL!?
The salt was real. Commonly produced when playing either Mario Party or Mario Kart with other people. Nintendo knows and people keep saying that their games aren't as hardcore as Dark Souls.
Mortimer was currently in 5th place and he wasn't going to let the NPCs beat him. It was during the last lap of Wario Stadium and then Mortimer struck the item box to which he got what he needed. The lightning bolt. Maybe he can save it for the right moment. He can see the other racers on the mini-map on one side of the screen. If he timed it right...
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The shelf green shell made Claude cackle as he saw it happen; talk about rotten luck.
Rotten like flies.
Flies...
Why am I thinking of flies now? Claude thought as he pondered on it for a while longer, a bit too long for his liking. The thought of flies made his mind wander over towards thinking of Beel.
BLEH! That girl was just bad news in every sense of the word, and Claude had no idea why he still hung out with her from time to time. But whatever, she wasn't stupid enough to try some of the shit she does to other people, he was damn sure if she tried anything he could throw her like a ragdoll or punch her a single time to lay her out, but he was glad it hadn't come down to it yet. For all intents and purposes, Claude enjoyed peace, that much was certain.
Anyway, back to the race!
Claude was right behind Mortimer, riding in sixth place, and he picked up and item box, which gifted him... a red shell. An evil grin formed on Claude's face as he flashed a mean side-eye to Mortimer before using the shell.
The thing rocketed towards his friends kart, and it hit him perfectly, giving the gentle giant time to pass his friend and take his spot before crossing the finish line in 5th place.
Silence.
Nothing came out of Claude's mouth as he stared at the screen motionless. But then his lip began to quiver, and before he knew it, he began to wheeze and laugh hysterically.
Rotten like flies.
Flies...
Why am I thinking of flies now? Claude thought as he pondered on it for a while longer, a bit too long for his liking. The thought of flies made his mind wander over towards thinking of Beel.
BLEH! That girl was just bad news in every sense of the word, and Claude had no idea why he still hung out with her from time to time. But whatever, she wasn't stupid enough to try some of the shit she does to other people, he was damn sure if she tried anything he could throw her like a ragdoll or punch her a single time to lay her out, but he was glad it hadn't come down to it yet. For all intents and purposes, Claude enjoyed peace, that much was certain.
Anyway, back to the race!
Claude was right behind Mortimer, riding in sixth place, and he picked up and item box, which gifted him... a red shell. An evil grin formed on Claude's face as he flashed a mean side-eye to Mortimer before using the shell.
The thing rocketed towards his friends kart, and it hit him perfectly, giving the gentle giant time to pass his friend and take his spot before crossing the finish line in 5th place.
Silence.
Nothing came out of Claude's mouth as he stared at the screen motionless. But then his lip began to quiver, and before he knew it, he began to wheeze and laugh hysterically.
Mortimer wasn't paying attention to Claude's placement during the race. He wanted to nab the AI racers to get himself a good placement. He was eyeing the map to see one or two of the racers about to jump.
And....
Mortimer pressed the button on his controller. His gambit worked and the top two racers blew the jump and were immediately last.
Mortimer gave a grin. It was going smoothly, since he him went over the jump. Now he can try to go after the other racers and-
Unfortunately... Claude launched a red shell at Mortimer, which took him out from getting that 5th rank.
"Oh, you sneaky bastard!" Mortimer had to settle for 6th place. He had not seen the dirty side-eye that Claude gave him. Then he heard Claude laughing.
Mortimer turned to see what his reaction was about. Oh ho ho, so that's how he wanted to play, Mortimer thought.
Two can play at that game.
Mortimer immediately pressed at the buttons to start the next race at Sherbet Land, making sure that Claude was still laughing his head off to not realize until the start music was heard again. Mortimer knew to do the boost trick at the start, so that he got a speed advantage when the racers took off from the frozen land. Then, it was chaos all over again.
And....
Mortimer pressed the button on his controller. His gambit worked and the top two racers blew the jump and were immediately last.
Mortimer gave a grin. It was going smoothly, since he him went over the jump. Now he can try to go after the other racers and-
Unfortunately... Claude launched a red shell at Mortimer, which took him out from getting that 5th rank.
"Oh, you sneaky bastard!" Mortimer had to settle for 6th place. He had not seen the dirty side-eye that Claude gave him. Then he heard Claude laughing.
Mortimer turned to see what his reaction was about. Oh ho ho, so that's how he wanted to play, Mortimer thought.
Two can play at that game.
Mortimer immediately pressed at the buttons to start the next race at Sherbet Land, making sure that Claude was still laughing his head off to not realize until the start music was heard again. Mortimer knew to do the boost trick at the start, so that he got a speed advantage when the racers took off from the frozen land. Then, it was chaos all over again.
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Despite his cackling outburst moments ago, Claude went back to simply having fun with the race. These types of situations were the types in which he sort of just let them play out naturally. If he won, that's great, if he didn't, that's fine, so long as he had fun, that's all that mattered. A yawn came from him as the competition raged on, he was in third place, and he was way ahead of Mortimer in the current race–truth be told, it was boring, and he wanted to spice things up.
But since Mortimer wasn't anywhere close to him in the race, he had to resort to sparking up conversation, which he was an expert at, "Before I sprung up the whole helping you score Mercy, how did you originally plan to confess to her?" Now that he thought hard on that, did Mortimer even have a plan on confessing to Mercy? Just thinking about it made Claude sigh out of pity for his friend, "Did you even have a plan to do that?"
It was a brutally genuine question from a friend to a friend, and although it probably didn't sound all that nice, Claude meant no offense as waited for a response from Mortimer. To pass the time, besides continuing the race, he grabbed his sandwich and took a quick bite, chewing on it before swallowing.
Great sandwich, he still never got tired of the taste.
Meanwhile, Rockwell was still sleeping, motionless like a derpy rock, the snoring from him having quieted down a bit as he snoozed.
But since Mortimer wasn't anywhere close to him in the race, he had to resort to sparking up conversation, which he was an expert at, "Before I sprung up the whole helping you score Mercy, how did you originally plan to confess to her?" Now that he thought hard on that, did Mortimer even have a plan on confessing to Mercy? Just thinking about it made Claude sigh out of pity for his friend, "Did you even have a plan to do that?"
It was a brutally genuine question from a friend to a friend, and although it probably didn't sound all that nice, Claude meant no offense as waited for a response from Mortimer. To pass the time, besides continuing the race, he grabbed his sandwich and took a quick bite, chewing on it before swallowing.
Great sandwich, he still never got tired of the taste.
Meanwhile, Rockwell was still sleeping, motionless like a derpy rock, the snoring from him having quieted down a bit as he snoozed.
Mortimer had hoped that he would get the upper hand in the races against Claude, but he found himself not improving. Is the rubber band AI against him for some reason? Mortimer nearly touched his sandwich, hoping that by focusing on the screen that he can beat Claude.
Unfortunately, when the dust settled, Mortimer's overall ranking was at 6th place. Not last place, but he could've wanted a bronze medal with the difficulty. Mortimer let the controller drop to the floor, grumbling to himself while he went to continue eating his sandwich. Damn, he really wanted some Lays potato chips.
Then, Claude was being a wheelman by asking Mortimer some questions with Mercy. "...I was thinking of asking her out to prom..." that was all Mortimer could say. He didn't have a real game plan. There was Valentine's Day, but that was going to be 2 days after his birthday. Who takes Valentine's Day seriously. Shit, now he need to debate if he wanted to do The Monkey or Heart Eyes. Fuck it, he can do a double feature. Get Claude and Mercy on-board. Check in with his friends to see if they can hang.
Unfortunately, when the dust settled, Mortimer's overall ranking was at 6th place. Not last place, but he could've wanted a bronze medal with the difficulty. Mortimer let the controller drop to the floor, grumbling to himself while he went to continue eating his sandwich. Damn, he really wanted some Lays potato chips.
Then, Claude was being a wheelman by asking Mortimer some questions with Mercy. "...I was thinking of asking her out to prom..." that was all Mortimer could say. He didn't have a real game plan. There was Valentine's Day, but that was going to be 2 days after his birthday. Who takes Valentine's Day seriously. Shit, now he need to debate if he wanted to do The Monkey or Heart Eyes. Fuck it, he can do a double feature. Get Claude and Mercy on-board. Check in with his friends to see if they can hang.
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A notification sounds rang from his phone when the race ended and his friend dropped the controller on the floor, "Hey careful!" Claude told him sternly as he leaned over to pick up the controller. Not a scratch on it. Good. "Want to take a break?" He asked, shaking the controller in the air before chucking it on the bed for the time being. "Also, I should probably tell the others about the plan to apologize to the principal," Claude took another bite of his sandwich, and now all he had left was a single bite worth left of the sandwich on the plate, "Mbuh M Mwmm mm-" Realizing he was talking with his mouth full, Claude quickly swallowed the food in his mouth before trying to say what he was going to say earlier, "But don't worry, I won't tell them about your crush on Mercy, obviously." Sometimes it was better to give reassurances just in case...
The controller he was playing with was set on the bed, his eyes looked around with his head on a swivel as he briefly looked around for his phone, "Oh, right." Immediately remembering how he tossed his phone on the bed when he was told about the whole debacle between Mortimer and American Psycho in school by Mortimer, Claude laid down on his back, the bed cushioning his body as his left hand momentarily tapped around the area where his phone was before he touched it and picked it up. "Let's see..." A new message was sent in the group chat? Oh it's just another message shaming his friend if Fray-Fray got fired. What a shocker.
"Wow, the whole club really does think you got Mr. Frasier fired, although I truly doubt that, you and I will have to make sure that isn't the case when we go and talk to the principal!" Subtle digital tapping came from the phone as he typed up a text in the group chat to really just help calm the storm that was brewing.
And send! A small ring sounded off from his phone as he sent the message into the group chat, "Now they know about the plan to save the world!" Claude joked before he dropped the phone to his side and sighed contently, Rockwell was still asleep, the game was still running just in case Mortimer wanted to continue playing. But for now, he was making the best out of resting.
The controller he was playing with was set on the bed, his eyes looked around with his head on a swivel as he briefly looked around for his phone, "Oh, right." Immediately remembering how he tossed his phone on the bed when he was told about the whole debacle between Mortimer and American Psycho in school by Mortimer, Claude laid down on his back, the bed cushioning his body as his left hand momentarily tapped around the area where his phone was before he touched it and picked it up. "Let's see..." A new message was sent in the group chat? Oh it's just another message shaming his friend if Fray-Fray got fired. What a shocker.
"Wow, the whole club really does think you got Mr. Frasier fired, although I truly doubt that, you and I will have to make sure that isn't the case when we go and talk to the principal!" Subtle digital tapping came from the phone as he typed up a text in the group chat to really just help calm the storm that was brewing.
And send! A small ring sounded off from his phone as he sent the message into the group chat, "Now they know about the plan to save the world!" Claude joked before he dropped the phone to his side and sighed contently, Rockwell was still asleep, the game was still running just in case Mortimer wanted to continue playing. But for now, he was making the best out of resting.
Claude, relax. It's not like I smashed the thing against the floor.
Mortimer wanted to say, since it was supposed to be a small drop to the floor for the controller. "Yeah, I think I should get a break. Mario Kart can have some shitty rubber band AI." Mortimer took Claude, wanting to switch the game cartridge for the N64. "How about we play some Goldeneye, instead?" Mortimer said, taking another bite of his sandwich, until Claude mentioned that he was going to tell the others of Mortimer having to do an apology. Luckily, he wasn't going to tell Mercy or the others about his crush.
"They are more likely to believe that Mr. Frasier is going to kill me, I bet." Mortimer remarked to his friend, who was checking the horror club group chat on his phone. Mortimer checked his phone to see that Claude sent a message to quell the drama. Mortimer rolled his eyes. "We're off to save the world to prevent the Horror Club from being replaced with some shitty superhero film appreciation group." Mortimer joked to him.
Mortimer wanted to say, since it was supposed to be a small drop to the floor for the controller. "Yeah, I think I should get a break. Mario Kart can have some shitty rubber band AI." Mortimer took Claude, wanting to switch the game cartridge for the N64. "How about we play some Goldeneye, instead?" Mortimer said, taking another bite of his sandwich, until Claude mentioned that he was going to tell the others of Mortimer having to do an apology. Luckily, he wasn't going to tell Mercy or the others about his crush.
"They are more likely to believe that Mr. Frasier is going to kill me, I bet." Mortimer remarked to his friend, who was checking the horror club group chat on his phone. Mortimer checked his phone to see that Claude sent a message to quell the drama. Mortimer rolled his eyes. "We're off to save the world to prevent the Horror Club from being replaced with some shitty superhero film appreciation group." Mortimer joked to him.
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Now that sounded like a fun game to play, it had been a hot minute since Claude last played Goldeneye, and he wasn't going to waste the opportunity to play it, "Good choice, I'll pop it in real quick!" He was clearly excited to play it with the way he said that to Mortimer before he got up and quickly began the process of swapping the game cartridges. "I call Boris!" Claude told Mortimer excitedly, already picking who we were going to play on Goldeneye.
When he had gotten up, it caused Rockwell to wake up as he let out a startle snort. His eyes darted around before his body began to shuffle and tumble around as he tried to turn around and get up. After a bit of trying, Rockwell managed to do so and shook his body before hopping off the bed and walking towards the door.
Claude suddenly had his attention grabbed by his pet dog, who whined as he sat in front of the door, waiting for it to be opened so he could be let out, "Alright alright, Rockwell!" He rolled his eyes playfully as he made his way towards the whimpering dog in front of the door. A small click could be heard as he opened the door for Rockwell, only for both Claude and Rockwell to suddenly get startled and jump back in response as Lucie stood right behind the door with her pet bunny Lou in her hands, "Hey Claude!" She turned to look at Mortimer to see what he was doing, "Hey Morty!" She greeted her little brother's friend before letting herself into the room, "I got bored downstairs, and it didn't help that my fiancé—His name is Jeremiah, in case you've forgotten, Morty—and grandpa just began to talk about what they like talking about... Her voice trailed off as she sighed in an accepting way.
"And you know how gramps and Jeremiah get once they start talking!" She told Claude, who chuckled and nodded in response, "Tell me about it!" He chuckled some more before he brushed past Lucie and quickly continued with starting up Goldeneye 007–taking the game cartridge out from the shelf and putting it into the N64 slot, "So, yeah, I'm gonna stay here for a bit and watch you two play... Goldeneye!?!?" Lucie sounded betrayed upon seeing what game her little brother and his friend were going to play, "Can I play?!" She was like a child asking him that question, and Claude couldn't say no–that and he didn't want to since he enjoyed playing video games with her, "Yeah sure, I'm sure Mortimer won't mind!"
Claude and Lucie turned to look at Mortimer, and following in their footsteps was Rockwell and Lucie's pet French lop bunny, Lou, who turned to stare at him as well, "Right, Mort?" He asked his friend, whom he had unintentionally put on the spot.
When he had gotten up, it caused Rockwell to wake up as he let out a startle snort. His eyes darted around before his body began to shuffle and tumble around as he tried to turn around and get up. After a bit of trying, Rockwell managed to do so and shook his body before hopping off the bed and walking towards the door.
Claude suddenly had his attention grabbed by his pet dog, who whined as he sat in front of the door, waiting for it to be opened so he could be let out, "Alright alright, Rockwell!" He rolled his eyes playfully as he made his way towards the whimpering dog in front of the door. A small click could be heard as he opened the door for Rockwell, only for both Claude and Rockwell to suddenly get startled and jump back in response as Lucie stood right behind the door with her pet bunny Lou in her hands, "Hey Claude!" She turned to look at Mortimer to see what he was doing, "Hey Morty!" She greeted her little brother's friend before letting herself into the room, "I got bored downstairs, and it didn't help that my fiancé—His name is Jeremiah, in case you've forgotten, Morty—and grandpa just began to talk about what they like talking about... Her voice trailed off as she sighed in an accepting way.
"And you know how gramps and Jeremiah get once they start talking!" She told Claude, who chuckled and nodded in response, "Tell me about it!" He chuckled some more before he brushed past Lucie and quickly continued with starting up Goldeneye 007–taking the game cartridge out from the shelf and putting it into the N64 slot, "So, yeah, I'm gonna stay here for a bit and watch you two play... Goldeneye!?!?" Lucie sounded betrayed upon seeing what game her little brother and his friend were going to play, "Can I play?!" She was like a child asking him that question, and Claude couldn't say no–that and he didn't want to since he enjoyed playing video games with her, "Yeah sure, I'm sure Mortimer won't mind!"
Claude and Lucie turned to look at Mortimer, and following in their footsteps was Rockwell and Lucie's pet French lop bunny, Lou, who turned to stare at him as well, "Right, Mort?" He asked his friend, whom he had unintentionally put on the spot.
"I'm calling Bond." Mortimer said, when Claude went to swap game cartridges. Rockwell woke up and snorted. The dog hopped out of the door, wanting to leave the bedroom. Dog might wanted to go outside, but Mortimer figured that Claude was going to get Lucie to-
Oh god she's here, fuck.
Lucie was there outside of the door with her pet bunny Lou. Has she came back to physically assault Mortimer once now for his hubris? "Uhh, hey Lucie?" Mortimer could only say, when Lucie explained that she got bored. Morty had to get reminded of her fiancé Jeremiah (he didn't know what this Jeremiah looked like, but even if he was tall as Lucie, he must have gotten some violent snu-snu) that was downstairs and going on a talk-a-thon with Claude's grandpa. Knowing adults, they always get sidetracked and have the most lengthiest conversations possible while their kids get abducted from the playground.
Mortimer wanted to blink. These giants really were going to kill him. He should probably accept his fate. Claude might as well just strangle him to death with the cord of the N64 controller.
"Of course, you can play." Mortimer glanced at the dog Rockwell and that bunny Lou, too. Why does that bunny remind Mortimer of some girl he knows? That Sylvie girl. That's her name, right? Maybe Lou can have a cheap paper mask of her on its face to make it a 4th player game.
"Is Rockwell or the bunny playing? We need a 4th player." Mortimer wanted to grab the 4th controller and give it to the pets to see what happens. They will clearly lose, but it would be amusing for them to put in an effort.
Oh god she's here, fuck.
Lucie was there outside of the door with her pet bunny Lou. Has she came back to physically assault Mortimer once now for his hubris? "Uhh, hey Lucie?" Mortimer could only say, when Lucie explained that she got bored. Morty had to get reminded of her fiancé Jeremiah (he didn't know what this Jeremiah looked like, but even if he was tall as Lucie, he must have gotten some violent snu-snu) that was downstairs and going on a talk-a-thon with Claude's grandpa. Knowing adults, they always get sidetracked and have the most lengthiest conversations possible while their kids get abducted from the playground.
Mortimer wanted to blink. These giants really were going to kill him. He should probably accept his fate. Claude might as well just strangle him to death with the cord of the N64 controller.
"Of course, you can play." Mortimer glanced at the dog Rockwell and that bunny Lou, too. Why does that bunny remind Mortimer of some girl he knows? That Sylvie girl. That's her name, right? Maybe Lou can have a cheap paper mask of her on its face to make it a 4th player game.
"Is Rockwell or the bunny playing? We need a 4th player." Mortimer wanted to grab the 4th controller and give it to the pets to see what happens. They will clearly lose, but it would be amusing for them to put in an effort.