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It was quite frankly a great day in Two Time’s opinion. They and Azure had finally been trusted outside the church after accidentally setting a house on fire. With a family inside of it.
The family was fine of course, but Azure and Two Time got sent back to the church for Spawn knows how long to be taught that apparently forks and microwaves don’t go together.
Look, all Two Time was trying to do was microwave some mac n’ cheese and they may have forgotten the fork in the bowl and started an explosion and fire.
But enough of that. They were finally, finally out! And, of course, they were going on a casual little stroll around town as any normal couple would do, looking into shops and feeding the birds.
After a while of walking and talking, they both decided to get some lunch—
At Burger King.
Now, you might be thinking that this is a completely normal story and they had a nice dinner date but NO. Something went HORRIBLY wrong and Two Time would be undermining the whole trip if they didn’t tell the full thing.
So, the two of them walked into the lovely establishment and up to the lovely employee who was unfortunate enough to get to take Azure and Two Time’s order.
“Welcome to Burger King, what would you like…?” They said, rather monotone and bleak. Minimum wage will do that to you I suppose.
Two Time placed their order with a surprisingly normal demeanor, and then Azure placed his. Nothing really exciting happened until two words were uttered.
“…mozzarella sticks…”
The worker glanced up at the taller cultist. “Sorry sir, we’re out of mozzarella sticks; and our next shipment comes…” they glanced at their screen. “Tomorrow at 15:45-ish.”
Azure looked shocked, bewildered, angry and confused all at once. Two Time scrunched their face, trying to imitate him. They ended up looking like a child trying to look like a walrus.
“What do you mean you don’t have mozzarella sticks?” He hissed, pressing his hands onto the cold countertop.
“Uh. I mean that we don’t have them. Until tomorrow that is.” The worker looked confused. “Is that all for today or do you want to add something else to your order?”
“I would like to add some mozzarella stick to my order, please.”
“I told you, we have no—“
CRUNCH.
Gasps and murmurs and whispers and “Ooo’s” came from the people behind them and around them, including Two Time who looked in love and flabbergasted. “Azure did you just punch a person…
over mozzarella fries…?”
They gave a concerned look to their boyfriend, then to the worker holding their nose.
“I’M CALLING SECURITY!”
Their eyes widened. “NO PLEASE I DON’T WANNA GO BACK TO THE CHURCH! NOT AGAIN!” They snagged Azure’s wrist and darted out the door, just grabbing their fries before rushing onto the street.
They sped past stores and people and trees and pigeons until they both were tired and found a bench to sit down on.
“Do you think we lost them?” Azure asked, looking around.
“Azure, my love, my nightshade,
WHY IN THE SPAWN WOULD YOU DO THAT?!” They shrieked, shaking their partner wildly and staring into his eyes.
He shrugged, sheepishly looking to the side.
They sighed. “Oh Spawn, how will we tell this to the church? Surely we’ll be locked in there for…”
They grimaced at the thought.
“Better not to think about it.”
. . .
“Well. That’s a development.”
They both stared at the door.
“BANNED:”
With a picture of Azure.
Azure looked at the door and back at Two Time, smiling nervously. They turned to him.
“Swear to secrecy from the church.”
“I swear.”
They stared at each other for a few moments, back at the door and then back at each other.
“They’re so gonna find out and we’re so gonna be screwed.”
“Yep.”