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Today would’ve been a totally normal one if it wasn’t the Pride Month. People were acting very weird. But he really wasn’t in the position to question why exactly, so Gammon just continued doing chores (because the Waiter was playing with Arte and Pollo again.)
Just the usual stuff. And then a scheming Ma comes. Looking at her expression, Gammon just knows something bad is about to happen.
“Gammon.” Ma says, and Gammon is trying his best to restrain himself from slapping that infuriating smile from her face.
“What.” He replied.
“It’s pride month.”
Like it wasn’t the most obvious thing ever. This is literally why Ma is one of the people Gammon hates the most after Arte, Pollo and Waiter. The nerve she has.
“So? What the hell do you want us to do? Watch gay movies or what?” he replied dryly.
“Not ‘us’ but you and someone else.” Gammon raised an eyebrow. The hell did she mean by that? Why did he have to suffer the most in this theater? He’s pretty sure he is the Capriccio Farce’s punching bag.
Gammon continued squinting his eyes and with a laugh, Ma replied.
“Not watching gay movies. Just chilling in a room. By the way, I mean you and another person who is suffering in this place lol.”
Who else suffered in this place anyways? Obviously not the Director Doll, she literally leads this place. Not Arte and Pollo, since they sure seem happy playing tricks on everyone, especially him. Master of the Graveyard is too busy watching over the twins, and Waiter is always slacking off. And visibly, Ma is living the time of her life in this reality-show looking place.
Then he heard a sound, and was met with a glare that was devoid of emotions.
Oh yea, he forgot Gear existed.
“Anyways, have fun.” Ma said before disappearing to smoke outside of the theater, like always.
“Wait wh-”
Soon, the mischievous twins Arte and Pollo dragged Gammon to some empty room while Waiter happily leads the tired-looking Gear who’s so sick of their antics that it doesn’t affect him anymore.
“Waiter, I’m not doing your chores anymore after this!” Gammon protests.
“Sure, sure. You always say that.” Gammon hates to admit that what she said was true.
—-------------------------------------------A few minutes later —------------------------------------
“Now you two gay homesexuals be good and watch the movie.” Pollo declared while Arte was laughing her ass off.
“I’m not ga-” And Arte ran away with her brother.
Great. Just fucking great. Being stuck with the least-human like person of the entire place. Even the Director Doll was less emotionless, come on.
“Hey there I guess.” He tried to strike up some conversation, but Gear remained silent. How awkward. He’s gonna murder the entire staff after this.
After a few awkward minutes, Gear FINALLY spoke.
“Hello.” he said, though it sounded more like a statement somehow.
“So uhhh what do we do?”
“I don’t know.” Gear sounded like a robot at this point.
Good thing is, even though they were not intended for watching a movie, there was still a TV!! So Gear proceeded to stiffly grab the TV remote and turn it on, and plopped on his seat again like some obedient dog.
“What do you want to watch?” Yea well actually Gammon didn’t know.
—-------------------------------- A few minutes later again —-----------------------------------
At the end, they picked a random movie. Both men were on the couch (Gammon was grateful it was comfy at the very least,) as they both stared at the screen. The movie was actually not that bad, in fact, it was interesting.
Soon, their interactions grew more friendly, as they were less uncomfortable with each other. Gear was actually fine with Gammon leaning his head on his shoulder since he was tired, in fact, he stayed silent.
When Gammon was on the verge of falling asleep, he felt a firm hand touching his thigh.
It was (unsurprisingly) Gear’s. And then, as luck hated him, as the poor Gardener still had his ancestor’s curse, got hard.
Now what was this atmosphere?
Worse thing is, Gear seems to be totally fine with it.