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Shrimpo walked up the hallway for what had felt like the 700th time that hour. He wasn’t usually an insomniac - quite the opposite - but this night, he just couldn’t get a good rest; maybe due to how much he's been overworking himself, he thought. His constant schedule of nothing every day must have really drained him that particular night. In fact he deserved a break. Yeah! All this hating really puts a toll on a man and- Oh. Shrimpo’s stomach rumbled again. He really wanted to rip his stomach out and discard the evidence as it’d been complaining non-stop for around 30 minutes at this point. He hated the irritating groans and drones emanating from his chest and he needed it to end; although he wasn’t too sure how. He didn’t know how to cook anything in the freezer and he sure as hell wasn’t eating raw cabbage as a late night snack.
He waltzed over to what he thought was Sprout's door and almost knocked it down with how much strength he put into his kick. A few seconds passed before Shrimpo heard a familiar groan come from the other side; although not the one that he’d anticipated.
“One moment… I’m kinda crabby…” the voice beckoned, its user dragging their words like a snail on the asphalt. This isn't who Shrimpo had wanted to speak to. Shit! He was about to run and hide but before he could, the door opened; revealing a groggy Finn in his pirate pyjamas, half dead and slurring his speech from how tired he was. Shrimpo felt like ending his own existence right there to avoid this confrontation but he had no guillotine on hand of which to do it with.
A small welcoming smile grew on his face as he caught sight of the other toon. “Shrimpo..? What’re you doing here?”
“NOTHING!” he broke Finn’s smile, his expression panicked as he looked for a way out of the situation. “WHERE IS SPROUT!? WHY ARE YOU IN HIS ROOM YOU HOME INVADER!! I BET YOU STOLE HIS BOYFRIEND TOO, DIDN’T YOU!!”
Finn giggled, all of Shrimpo’s insults phasing right through his brain from how disoriented he was. “Shrimpo. What in cod’s name are you talking about?”
“GET OUT OF MY SIGHT, POORON! I DON’T NEED YOU, I HOPE YOU DIE!” Shrimpo said assertively as he poked at Finn’s bowl. “WHERE IS SPROUT AND WHY ARE YOU IN HIS ROOM!!”
“I’m… not…? Shrimpo, you betta not be chugging sand again!” Finn placed his hands on his hips and stared at Shrimpo sternly.
“BUT I SWORE-” he looked over at the nameplate and sure enough, he was at Finn’s door and not Sprouts. He turned around and he learned that Finn and Sprout’s rooms faced each other. How queer.
“I HATE HOW YOUR ROOM IS CONVENIENTLY FACING SPROUTS! I’M LEAVING NOW!” Shrimpo had barely turned around when he heard Finn again.
“What’d you want from him?”
“SHUT UP! I'M HUNGRY AND I HATE SPROUTS FOOD LESS THAN COSMOS!”
“I could make you something!” his smile grew back, slightly wider this time. He also seemed more awake, or at least his eyes did, although he was still speaking in an odd low pitch and was speaking a little slowly.
“OH YEAH AND WHAT CAN YOU MAKE!? I’D EXPECT YOU TO TRY TO COOK ME SINCE I'M A FISH! CREEPY FISH BOY!”
“I don’t- I- I don’t eat fish often! Only fish that I catch myself. And Shrimps are crustaceans, not fish, silly Shrimpo!”
“I HATE HOW YOU TRY TO CORRECT ME WHEN I’M CLEARLY RIGHT! ARE YOU GONNA TRY AND ‘CATCH’ ME!? IS THAT APART OF YOUR PLAN!?”
Finn laughed loudly, his giggling echoing through the hall and probably waking up both of his next door neighbours. “Shrimpo! I could never! Come on, I’ll cook you something.” he sputtered out through his laughter.
Shrimpo contemplated for a few moments before sighing. “FINE! IF YOUR FOOD SUCKS THEN YOU’RE DEAD, FINN!”
Finn celebrated a little inside his head. Truthfully, he barely knew how to cook rice; but any chance to get closer to that angry ball of rage they call Shrimpo is one that he would gladly take in a heartbeat. He lazily strolled out of the room and began to make his way up to the kitchen with Shrimpo.
“What are you doing up at this time, Shrimpo? Going fishing?” he joked.
“I WOULD NEVER GO FISHING! I HATE BOTH ‘FISH’ AND ‘ING’!I CAN’T SLEEP AND I HAPPEN TO BE HUNGRY.”
“Fin-tastic! I can only hope that you’ll like my grub. Also what time is it?”
They finally arrived at the dining area; Shrimpo turned to walk into it and gazed up at the clock. “IT’S UMM- IT’S I DON’T GIVE A SHIT O’CLOCK! MAKE ME FOOD!”
“Shrimpo! It’s 1:17 AM! What the carp!”
“DON’T COMPLAIN AND HURRY UP! I’M STARVING!!”
“Jeez! Okay! No need to get all puffy on me!” Finn trudged over to the fridge and opened up both the main compartment and the freezer; poking his head inside slightly.
“There’s lots of food in here! You’re blinder than a blind cavefish!”
“NO THERE ISN’T! LOOK!” Shrimpo stomped over to Finn and squeezed in beside him. “LOOK! NO FOOD AT ALL!! I DON’T SEE ANY PIZZA OR HAMBURGERS IN HERE! STUPID FINN!”
“There’s a lot of microwavable stuff. Can’t you just eat that?” Finn reached his hand in, grabbed a box of chicken curry, and presented it to Shrimpo.
“I DON’T LIKE CHICKEN- I DON’T LIKE ANY OF THIS STUFF!! IT’S ALL GROSS!” he yelled loudly as he knocked the box out of Finn’s hands and onto the floor.
“Never took you for a picky eater! You seem like the type of guy to chomp up everything that's casted at him!” Finn said half jokingly.
“I’M NOT PICKY! I HATE FOOD! ONLY SOME FOODS ARE WORTHY OF BEING EATEN BY SHRIMPO AND CHICKEN IS NOT ONE OF THEM! BAD TEXTURE! BAD TASTE! BAD FOOD! IT SUCKS!”
“How about I just make you a sandwich? Do you like sandwiches?”
“NO! I HATE SANDWICHES! I HATE HAM, I HATE TURKEY, I HATE MAYONAISE, I HATE EVERYTHING THEY PUT IN SANDWICHES!”
“You hate a lot of things, huh?” Finn giggled, “Little bit of a mad mackerel, aren’t ya?”
“SHUT UP! I HATE YOUR JOKES TOO!” Shrimpo gritted his teeth. “I CAME HERE FOR FOOD NOT TO HEAR YOU BABBLE!”
“Well I wanted to sleep! You codda endure them until we’re done!” he said somewhat sassily.
Shrimpo heaved a heavy and angry sigh. “CAN YOU MAKE TOAST!? TOAST IS OKAY.”
“But I thought you didn’t-”
“BREAD ISN’T SOMETHING YOU PUT IN THE SANDWICH! YOU BUILD THE SANDWICH AROUND IT! I LIKE BREAD! ONLY BREAD!”
“Yeah well I sorta assumed you just hated everything! Why does this ‘bread’ guy get a free pass and where can I meet him?”
Shrimpo let out a little giggle at Finn’s remark. “Aha! You do like my jokes!”
“I- NO! I HATE YOUR JOKES! I ONLY LAUGHED BECAUSE IT WAS STUPID!”
“Well maybe I need to be more stupid!” Finn snidely whispered. He went over to the bread box and opened the lid; gently humming a song as he pulled out four slices of bread and inserted them into the toaster. “Hey Shrimpo, what level of cooked do you like your toast at?” Finn turned to face Shrimpo, the toon giving him no response as he idly stared at him; his expression blank and a slight bit of drool dripping from his mouth as if he were lost in a daydream.
“Shrimpo?”
“G-Gah! Huh?”
“How cooked do you want your toast to be?”
“I- Uh- I- I DON’T CARE! I’LL EAT IT BURNT! I DON’T KNOW HOW TO USE THOSE THINGS THEY’RE SCARY! WHAT IF IT BLOWS UP AND KILLS THE BOTH OF US?!”
“I’m sure it won’t! Sprout uses this thing almost every day and I think he’d let minnow if anything was wrong with it!” Finn turned the knob to 4 and pulled down the lever.
The two of them sat there idly looking at the toaster when Finn began to hum again, a bit louder this time. A few more awkward seconds passed before Finn turned to Shrimpo and asked him a question: “Hey Shrimpo, do you like my PJ’s?” Finn wore a long sleeved muted light blue fluffy pyjama top; on the front there was an outline of a shark coloured in white. On the lower half of his body he wore a white pair of pyjama pants which almost entirely covered his feet, draping against the ground slightly.
“Where did an idiot like you get such a beautiful singing voice?” he said in an unexpected tone. Shrimpo didn’t sound particularly angry or happy or anything like that; he spoke in the kind of tone someone speaks when asking someone to pass the salt at the dinner table. Very plain. He had no idea why he’d suddenly said it, but something was definitely weird about Finn’s voice; although he couldn’t tell what.
“Huh?” Finn asked in confusion, not sure if he heard that right.
“HUH- WHAT?! I- I MEAN- WHERE DID AN IDIOT LIKE YOU GET THAT UNGODLY PYJAMA SET FROM!?”
“Oh! It’s not that bad! Come feel it! It’s very soft!” He stretched his right hand out to Shrimpo.
“HEY WAIT A MINUTE! WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO DO!?” Shrimpo took a single step back.
“What do you mean? I’m not gonna punch you or anything! I just wanted to show you them!”
Shrimpo took a reluctant step forward and put his hand on Finn’s arm. “Sea! It’s very-” Finn yelped as Shrimpo squeezed his arm slightly. Shrimpo didn’t expect Finn to be as soft as he was; he’d honestly expected his arm to be made of solid glass but his arm seemed to be made of something different than his head.
“Sh-Shrimpo…?” Finn’s water bubbled slightly and his cheeks turned a little darker. “What’re you-”
“WHY ARE YOU SO WEIRD!? YOU’RE LIKE A WALKING PARADOX! I HATE HOW WEIRD YOU ARE! WEIRDO!”
“Why are you squeezing my arm! Cut it out!” Finn shook his arm in an attempt to get Shrimpo off of it but to no avail; Shrimpo held on with an iron grip.
“WHY ARE YOU SOFT AND SQUISHY!? YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE A GLASS GUY!” he squeezed Finn’s arm a little harder. He felt an odd temptation to give his arm a little nibble to see if he would bleed; plus his arm also simply felt oddly biteable. He was about to enact his plan when suddenly the toast popped out of the toaster with a “Ding!” Shrimpo let go of Finn’s hand in surprise and Finn immediately pulled his arm back.
“Thanks for the compliment…?”
“H-HEY! THAT’S NOT A COMPLIMENT AND YOU KNOW IT, FISH BOY! I HATE COMPLIMENTS! GIVING AND RECEIVING!” He’d suddenly realised what he’d been doing and how out of character it was for him, but he couldn’t help himself, although he did feel extreme embarrassment. Shrimpo hoped that Finn would just forget their little exchange.
“HURRY UP AND GET THE TOAST! I’M STARVING!”
“Gah! Okay!” Finn snapped back around, grabbed a plate from their dish rack, and threw the four pieces of toast down on it. He grabbed the plate and walked over to the table, setting the plate down in the middle of it and sitting down. Shrimpo sat down with him shortly after.
“WHY ARE THERE FOUR PIECES? I’M NOT THAT HUNGRY! I DON’T WANNA BE FAT, FINN!!”
“Two of these are for me! The other two are for you!”
Shrimpo paused and examined the plate in front of him, “I WANT THREE PIECES!”
Finn was confused but he didn’t wanna question Shrimpo in fear of angering him, so he complied, nodding and grabbing a single piece of plain, unbuttered, unseasoned toast off the plate and took a bite.
An awkward minute passed and Finn finished his one and only slice of toast while Shrimpo was still working away at his toast. He thought that Shrimpo looked a little sad eating plain white bread by himself, so he thought he’d sing a little song for him. He didn’t know if Shrimpo meant what he let slip earlier, but he wanted to find out. He closed his eyes and clasped his hands together in his lap.
“♫ Believe you me, the price is clear- ♫”
Shrimpo’s eye twitched as soon as Finn began singing, dropping the toast loudly onto the plate as he looked up at Finn with that same blank expression he had earlier.
“♫ A child born, the mother near- ♫”
Something about Finn’s voice was just so nice. It was borderline intoxicating; in fact, it pretty much was to Shrimpo. He was drooling like an idiot down onto his plate as Finn’s voice etched itself deep into his brain. It was so beautiful to him that he felt as if he were in a state of utter calmness.
“♫ The flame is gone, the fire remains! The flame is gone, the fire remains! ♫”
The way Finn sang with such serenity and effortlessness made Shrimpo incredibly jealous. He’d tried singing before - alone in his where no one could hear him - and he found it incredibly difficult; yet here was Finn, making it seem like it was as easy as opening your mouth.
“♫ The flame is gone, the fire remains. The flame is gone, the- ♫” Finn cut himself off as he heard a loud thud. He opened his eyes and both Shrimpo and his chair had vanished from the table.
“Shrimpo?! Shrimpo! Where did-” he stood up and instantly saw where he had gone. Shrimpo had leaned backwards on his chair, fallen to the floor, and collapsed.
“Shrimpo! Oh cod- Are you okay?!” Finn crouched down and shook Shrimpo, the toon’s eyes wide open as he stared up vacantly at the ceiling. A few moments passed as Finn continued to shake Shrimpo, worried that he’d killed him when Shrimpo finally came back.
“AH!! WHAT- FINN!”
“Shrimpo! You didn’t even fin-ish your toast!”
“I DON’T-” Shrimpo quickly got to his feet, Finn following shortly behind him. “I DON’T CARE ABOUT THAT! YOU ARE COMING WITH ME, RIGHT NOW!!”
“But you barely-” Finn yelped as Shrimpo grabbed his hand and hurriedly dragged him through the halls. “Where are you taking me!?” he asked with a slight tinge of worry in his voice. Shrimpo wouldn’t answer him; he continued to trail him through the halls until they eventually reached a room, Shrimpo kicking the door open loudly and stepping inside with Finn.
Finn wasn’t familiar with whatever room this was, but he could instantly tell just by looking at the interior who lived in it. Peeling red wallpaper, air horns scattered throughout, a few punching bags mounted to the ceiling; this was definitely Shrimpo’s room.
“Shrimpo! I’m confused! Why are we in your-” Shrimpo dragged Finn over to his bed and threw him down on it. “SIT UP!” Shrimpo needed to know the extent of Finn’s gorgeous singing voice. It was so addictive and nice that he just had to hear more, even if he would never admit that.
Finn couldn’t even sit up before Shrimpo was sitting beside him on the bed clutching an unplugged electric guitar in his hands, his legs dropping off the front of the bed as he faced forwards.
“HIT THIS NOTE!” Shrimpo slid his finger up to the seventh fret on his high E string and plucked it before looking directly down at Finn who laid uncomfortably on his back.
“S-Shrimpo I-”
“DO IT!!” he obnoxiously picked at the string until Finn finally made an attempt, letting out a soft high pitched sustained “Ahhh!” in an attempt to mimic the note of Shrimpo’s guitar.
“W-Was that good?” Finn looked Shrimpo in the face, waiting to see if he could gauge any sort of reaction from him. “Oh cod, please don’t gill me!” a nervous bead of sweat dropped down Finn’s face.
Shrimpo was momentarily lost in a haze again, although he snapped out of it pretty quickly. “OKAY. THAT’S GOOD. HOW ABOUT THIS.” Shrimpo slid his index finger up to the ninth fret on his high E string and plucked it. Finn repeated the same action as before, only slightly higher.
“W-Was that-”
Shrimpo threw his guitar on his bed out of rage, “WHY MUST YOU BE BLESSED WITH SUCH A GOOD THROAT!? YOUR RANGE IS INSANE!! AND YOUR VOICE IS SO- IT’S SO- ARGHHH!!”
“Is that a compliment?” Finn chuckled a little at his reaction.
“SHUT IT! ONE MORE! BRING IT FISHBOWL!” he reached back over and snatched his guitar back and returned to his previous position. “I BET YOU CAN’T DO THIS!” he slid his finger up to the 12th fret on the high E and plucked it.
“Okay! Hang on, let me just get a little more comfortable.” he began to sit up from his awkward position.
“FINE. SIT HOWEVER YOU WANT.” Shrimpo reached over to his bedside table and grabbed his water bottle, taking a big swig and leaving it half empty as he set it back down.
“However I want?” he asked with a curious grin on his face.
“HOWEVER YOU WANT! I DON’T GIVE A SHIT! HURRY UP, WE DON’T HAVE ALL NIGHT!”
Finn crawled over to Shrimpo and snuggled up behind him, wrapping his body around his from the back and trapping him in a gentle hug. Finn leaned his head on Shrimpo’s shoulder and stuttered out an “I-I’m ready!” although he made sure that Shrimpo had room to move his arms and play his guitar.
Shrimpo felt himself blush a little. “WHY IS THIS HAPPENING!? WHY IS FINN- WHATEVER! I DON'T CARE! I DON’T GIVE ONE! WHO CARES IF MY HEART IS BEATING FASTER THAN A JET RIGHT NOW, ALL I NEED TO FOCUS ON IS MY GUITAR. THAT'S ALL. IT’S GOING TO BE FINE. GUITAR. GUITAR. GUITAR! PALM MUTE! PINCH HARMONIC! DISTORTION! I GOT THIS! FINN IS NOTHING IN THE EYES OF SHRIMPO!” he monologued inside his head.
“Hit it, Shrimpo!”
Shrimpo wearily nodded before repeating his previous action. Finn closely followed up with another high pitched squeak that perfectly matched the note from his guitar.
“OKAY! WHATEVER! TRY THIS ONE!” he slid his finger all the way up to the 15th fret and plucked it. Like usual, Finn followed up with his own recreation, giggling slightly as he saw the sides of Shrimpo’s face grow redder and redder.
“FUCK YOU!!” he stuttered as he went even further, up to the 17th fret and plucked again. Finn repeated the note with his voice, although it was obviously taking him a lot more effort to achieve compared to the previous attempts.
“Shrimpo, I can feel you shaking! Clam down!”
Shrimpo felt his anger grow even more at Finn’s stupid pun. “ONE MORE. WINNER TAKES ALL!” he slid all the way up to the top of his fretboard at the 21st fret and plucked it. “I’D LIKE TO SEE YOU TRY AND-” Shrimpo’s arrogant boasting was cut off as Finn perfectly recreated the note, stretching his vocal cords to their limits and his voice cracking slightly as he did.
“YES! I’M WINNING!! SHRIMPO ALWAYS WINS! NOW FOR ME TO FINISH YOU!” Shrimpo readied his body and with all of his strength, bent the string as far as it could go and plucked it, creating some high-pitched nightmare note that could barely be described as music. Finn gathered all of his strength, took a heavy breath, and just barely couldn’t reach Shrimpo’s note, creating a sound that was just a few notes too low.
“YES! I WIN! SHRIMPO ALWAYS WINS AFTER ALL! SHRIMPO IS THE BEST GUITARIST IN GARDENVIEW!” Shrimpo proudly declared as Finn’s embrace faded as he fell exhausted backwards onto Shrimpo’s bed.
“Ow… my throat…” he lightly scratched at his throat.
“THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT! REVEL IN THE GREATNESS OF-” Shrimpo’s declaration of victory was cut off as Finn began to cough and heave loudly on his bed. It sounded like he was in a lot of pain.
“CRAP! CRAP!! UHM-” he darted his eyes around his room and ran over to his bedside table, grabbing the half empty bottle of water he had drunk from earlier and shoving it in Finn’s mouth. “DRINK UP, IDIOT! YOU AREN’T DYING IN MY ROOM!!”
He eventually emptied the entire bottle into Finn and he slowly sat up. “Goodness- So I’m allowed to die outside of your room!?”
“NO! YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO DIE!” he insisted. He sat back down on the bed beside Finn.
“But you said you hoped that I died earlier!”
Shrimpo blushed, averted his gaze from Finn, and crossed his arms. “WELL I WANT YOU… IN MY BAND! IF YOU DIE HOW WILL YOU SING FOR ME!”
Finn’s eyes lit up like stars, “You want me in your band!?” he said excitedly.
“Y-YES! DIDN’T YOU HEAR ME!”
“I’ll join your band! Who else is in it?”
Shrimpo scratched the back of his head. “WELL, HERE'S THE THING… IT’S ONLY ME! AND YOU NOW!”
“Well it can be just us! We don’t need anyone else when we’ve got each other!” he reached his hand over and pat Shrimpo on the shoulder with a smirk.
“OKAY… WHATEVER! I HATE HOW GOOD YOUR VOICE IS!”
“Do you mean in general or-”
“I’M TIRED. I’M GOING TO BED.”
Finn began to stand up, “Okay! I’ll be on my way then-”
“YOU AREN’T GOING ANYWHERE! SIT YOUR ASS BACK DOWN, FINNEGAN!”
Finn squeaked a little at Shrimpo’s request but he obliged, sitting back down next to him as Shrimpo laid his head down on his pillow.
“Do you want me to turn off the lights?”
“YES! I’M BEING BLINDED OVER HERE, STUPID! GET THE DAMN LIGHTS OFF!” he sat up and shook his fist at Finn. When he eventually turned the lights off he went back over to Shrimpo and got in bed with him, laying a few inches away from him with his back turned.
“...”
“...”
“FINN!”
“Huh?”
“SING ME A SONG!!” he turned to face Finn, “AND TURN AROUND!!”
“Okay! I’d be happy to sing a little sea shanty for you! Any requests?” he flipped over, the two toons looking each other in the eyes as they laid together.
“I DON’T CARE! JUST USE THAT STUPID VOICE OF YOURS!”
“Okay! Let’s see here…” he took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
“♫ Sing softly, sing me to the lake! Sing softly, bring me to the lake! ♫”
Shrimpo could already feel himself losing focus as he listened intently to Finn’s sweet singing voice. He still wasn’t sure what he loved so much about it; he thought his range and all was really cool but aside from that, it had this indescribable quality that he found so endearing. Even his normal speaking voice had a small effect like that, even if he tried his best to ignore it and treat Finn how he treated everyone else.
“♫ Sing softly, sing me to the lake! Sing softly, bring me to the lake, sing! ♫” he repeated.
Shrimpo closed his eyes as Finn’s voice slowly faded out of earshot and he drifted away into sleep.
Shrimpo was awoken by a knock. He was in a strange position; one different from the one that he’d fallen asleep in. At some point in his sleep Finn must’ve turned back around, because Shrimpo was suddenly cuddling Finn from behind as he slept, Finn staring at the wall in front of him with closed eyes. As weird as Shrimpo thought this was, he couldn’t deny that he’d just had the best sleep of his entire meaningless shrimp existence.
He heard another knock on his door. After a few moments of waiting to see if Finn would awake he stood up out of bed and scuttled out of his room where he was greeted by another toon who had their arms crossed and their brow furrowed.
“Shrimpo! Finally ready to wake up?!”
“Brightney- WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT!?”
“What did you do to Finn!?”
He felt a pit form in his stomach. “HOW DOES SHE KNOW!?” he thought to himself.
“NOTHING! I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT!”
“Shrimpo, I can see him behind you.”
“NO YOU DON’T! HE’S- AH!!” Shrimpo was startled as he turned around and saw Finn lively and awake behind him with that ever bright smile plastered on his face. “Hiya Brightney! What's kraken?”
“What’s ‘Kraken’ is that Tisha told me that she saw you two cuddling together! You left your door wide open last night! You’re lucky Tisha is a nice girl who respects the privacy of others!”
“YOU CAN’T TRUST THAT GIRL. WE MUST BE GOING NOW, BYE BYE BRIGHTNEY!” he said with hysterical panic as he tried to close the door; which was denied as Brightney shoved her foot between the door.
“What did you do to Finn!? Are you torturing him?! Is he your hostage?!”
“I DIDN'T HURT HIM! I DIDN'T HURT HIM! HE JUST CAME IN HERE AND- FINN! DO THE THING! SING!”
“Huh? Oh! Okay! ♫ Sing softly, sing me to the lake! Sing softly, bring me to the lake! ♫”
Shrimpo instantly fell into his trance again, swooning over his beautiful voice as it invaded his eardrums. Brightney on the other hand, had little to no reaction to Finn’s song.
“Okay…? It’s cool I guess, you’re a good singer Finn but what does this have to do with you and him cuddling?”
“He’s been like this for a while… But I promise! He didn’t hurt me! We just… clamplicated! It isn't a very shrimple matter!”
Shrimpo collapsed onto the floor. What did he see in Finn that Brightney didn’t? Was it only Brightney who didn’t hear Finn or was Shrimpo the only one who did!? “GOD DAMN IT!!” he thought to himself. “WHAT DO I LIKE SO MUCH ABOUT HIS VOICE!?” were his final thoughts before he fell back asleep on the ground, remembering the song that his new bandmate had sung for him last night.