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1. repeat
very often, the constant tours got repetitive. it all blended together into one haze of… loud noise, bright lights, and.. a lot of cold ones. teeg spent a lot of the off-time passed out in their tour van.
“hey?” it was larry, excitable as usual.
“wuh.. oh.. hey, larry.” teeg was quiet, more so than he typically is.
“i brought you some coffee.”
teeg took a second to respond. just the mention of coffee seemed to wake him up.
“oh, thanks!” he smiled at larry, who smiled back, sincerely and lovingly.
“yeah, man. sleep good, concerts in a few hours!”
2. cheap
“hey, larry, i got you a gift.” teeg smiled, nervously.
“really!? i knew you were nice, but not that nice, dougland.” larry was being sarcastic, of course. they frequently got eachother gifts.
“yeah, but, um..” teeg rummaged in the pocket of his tan pants, which clashed tackingly with his blue turtleneck. he took out a bracelet that looked handmade. “it’s, kinda… um..”
larry took a second to examine the bracelet before grabbing it and putting it on.
“...sweet!” the bright colors clashed with his mostly black outfit, but it suited him well.
“you like it?”
larry chuckled. “why wouldnt i?”
3. performance
“c’mon, man, i’m the manager of the band. let me in.” teeg was stuck outside another limozeen concert. he had the sign on his chest, like the one in the cartoon, and yet the security guard didn’t believe him.
“sorry. no can do, you don’t have your ticket.”
“again, i’m limozeen’s manager? and producer? and-”
“..whats happenin?” larry unexpectedly joined the conversation. teeg sighed with relief.
“larry!! tell this guy to let me in. please.”
larry eyed the bouncer, half-threateningly.
“well, you heard him, didn’t you?.”
teeg smiled and grabbed larry’s hand.
“get better security guards, man,” he joked, lightheartedly.
4. share
teeg was sitting by his computer, staring. he had been at this for hours. once he started, he found it hard to stop. he took another bite of his french fries, as the door opened -
“oh, larry…”
“teeg!! you busy?”
“...need anything?” teeg noticed he sounded mad, though he didn’t mean to.
“i wanted to check in on you. you’ve been here alone for a bit! i get worried, man..” he placed his head on teeg’s shoulder. teeg seemed to ignore what he was saying, despite leaning into the touch.
“want a french fry?”
“oooh! yes please!” larry happily accepted.
5. guitar
“...larry, whatever you’re about to tell me, i refuse to believe it’s good.” gary was strumming nonchalantly at his guitar.
“wow, what a way to kill the damn mood!” larry laughed. “listen, i need your help.”
“writing another song?”
“no, its about… uh..” larry stuck his arms out, in a shrugging pose, not unlike the one teeg commonly did. he was blushing, nervously
“...oh, the larry palaroncini of limozeen has boy trouble?” gary laughed.
“what do you need help with?” he grinned smugly, playing a haphazardly thrown together romantic tune on his guitar.
“...its not funny….” larry’s face was red.