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It was safe to say that Alfonso and Casaan never thought they'd be spending their retirement years back where they started being soldiers in a mafia family, but that was the price they were met with to get what they needed. The life the two of them lived hadn't always been an easy one, with the one good thing they had in their lives being each other and their relationship, but unfortunately for Casaan, it was their relationship that left him in the condition he was in. Alfonso was the reason he was left in the condition he was in. Brain damaged.
Medical treatment for a condition that would never really be fixed was expensive, causing them to resort back to their old ways. Life wasn't easy for the imp, as the damage he had sustained left him unable to care for himself to the extent he once could. This left Alfonso to step in and pick up the pieces, but there was only so much he could do as he was unable to keep an eye on him at every waking moment, and every once in a while something always managed to slip through the cracks.
On this particular day, Casaan was left in front of the television as Alfonso worked to get some laundry done. It was something Alfonso often did to occupy the imp so he could get some stuff done, and that being said, he never expected something to actually go wrong. Casaan had been munching on some chips during the movie, only to run out just as the climax hit. It was something he was very dissatisfied with, and like anyone else, this led him to search for something more to eat to little avail, or so he thought as he found a singular peanut deep under the couch.
“I knew there had to be something good under here.” Casaan mumbled, struggling to reach the couch peanut as Alfonso made his way back into the room. “Come here, snackie!”
“Cassie, what are you doing?” Alfonso questioned them as he folded their laundry, keeping his eyes on the imp. “I'd be careful; you might get stuck again.”
“I found a floor peanut.” Casaan explained, finally reaching deep enough to grab it and pop it into his mouth. “It's delicious.”
“Very nice, Cassie.” Alfonso noted, seeming amused until he suddenly realized the imp was deathly allergic to peanuts. “Wait—spit it out!
However, like with most things, once it went into Casaan’s mouth, it was certainly difficult to get it back out. When the imp swallowed the nut, the shark wasted no time wrapping his arms around him in attempts to force it back up, to absolutely no avail.
"Heh, that tickles. You know, once it goes in, it ain't coming back out till tomorrow, Fonzie.” Casaan laughed, seeming almost proud of himself, until he began struggling to breathe. “Fonz— Fonzie—”
"Shit, hold on, baby!” Alfonso yelled, rushing to the kitchen and back with the epi pen. “This might feel a touch uncomfortable.”
“I've had worse.” Casaan gasped as he was stabbed, seeming to relax within minutes and move on. “I wonder if we have any more sofa snacks?”
“I'll bring you something.” Alfonso sighed, relieved that his precious imp was, in fact, okay. “We don't eat things off the floor, Cassie.”
With that, the nightmarish event was over, and Casaan received something far more suitable to snack on while they watched his movie. This time, no peanuts were involved.