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Tuesday afternoon at the house..
Regect somehow found out how to make a redstone television, so, with that, and a radio now in their house, he started playing songs he found good, 70's songs, Weezer, hell, even some Oingo Boingo. Buddy Holly - Weezer was on the radio, so, while Regect somehow played Mario Kart, the duo listened to Weezer for a while. Ze sat on the stone couch, reading about guns or something. Regect was cussing out little kids as they beat his ass in the game.
"Awh fuck! How are little ass kids beating me at this game??"
"Maybe cause you suck."
"Shut the hell up Ze! You can't even properly hold a controller!"
"Low blow man, you know how my muscles are due to... that."
"Oh yeah, sorry, I guess."
Regect glanced at Ze, seeing him clawing at his forearms, just another way he 'copes'. Regect paused his game, walking to Ze.
"What did I say about doing that shit? It's gonna make you worse."
Regect moved Ze's hand away from the irritated skin, but, before Ze could bitch about it, Moe walked in, tears streaming down her face. This would've been normal if Moe wasn't always happy.
"honk, honk honk hoonkkk." (I lost our dog.)
"You what?!!"
"HONK!" (I'm sorry!)
"sigh... How the hell could you lose Reggie?!!"
"Ze, don't push her, you know how that went with the bakery shit."
Ze sighed, his hoodie scrunching up as he pulled his knees to his chest in silent fury at the clown.
"Great, just great. You lost Reggie."
"honk..." (Sorry..)
Regect sighed, its singular eye twitching in vexation.
"Ze, Moe, just say sorry to each other for fucks sake."
"No."
"honk honk.." (Sorry Ze.)
"See? If Moe can do it, you can, bird boy."
Ze's wings splayed out behind him in fury, adjusting the bandana on his head.
"Nope, fuck you."
"What did you just call me?"
"You heard me."
SMACK. Regect smacked Ze across the face, his eye wide in vexation.
"...You really did that."
Ze gripped harshly against Regect's ribs, making the entity wince in agony
"You- OW FUCK!!"
Moe had jabbed Ze's wing with an arrow she found, eyes full of anger against the two men.
"HONK. HONK HONK HONK HONK!" (For fucks sake- STOP FUCKING FIGHTING FOR A DAY GODDAMNIT!)
"YOU BITCH!"
Ze whipped around to punch Moe squarely in the face, wing bleeding, the stone couch getting stained.
"hoonnkkkk!" (ow, fuck!)
Regect gasped for air as it tried to get up, one of its ribs shattering into shards on the floor.
"GAAHH!!"
Ze walked outside, wings tattered and torn. standing near a cliffside as Regect and Moe followed him.
"Look at you, following me like a lost puppy. USELESS AS EVER."