[center][img]https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/myb1veAclyXKtTL-6n8InyZC5qL-buiM_Pqd5b8p_8TGbPBgUnhwfRXK1BySc2W49oXQ5SqeZDEESBGhKMIrCmThy7Ow0cLPf5p7nwjBeo57vgHrxM6Kv3kFixGAjwPEs-TrENXCm6v_kxmInNpKJ0Q85dzBu00MOZtvyQ91EoP5MIYg-EEWwIUocxA8FXhl0Uko98snryRV5povd9MRz4iSV_BOpMTKMhOhWUbsxLeLHIcPBikeQNPqIyjeRZYrVWDJU7RrQ-M-XMM_qOSYyphmq2WhqpwSPCasVDwKoSICPv2dW-X3kwIHlQektDyHxl-QBUrJrq5q5HTPyJmNKtEaRud4PJCpDh4HBQw1i4-QOmp9a3n2zAhsSZLoYDTEl9Slbxzi-w5MIEkjxCMGgsRGAm7jZcS-2lUbxB0Q9ygx5FM7hqkTQhr85alUCtb2dAkPS0GGGzDOj95prAz3RTzkyikaWZD8LapF0zTUjBxN27vWce54dFtBBrqAzf7Rd6KyGXDVghIuPg3WHVfNPOwq6sA2VplMIv6rsYfFwxO_t25jZMP2Q2jmkvbB58hJpQccWqyqINv8RNsOxRfyBRpisNXGD1IYvTArmWyQXYL01CTvI5Ep7PwzAjcuuH3mlIAJzEe8MUnOOwG_S7_0x3zbYaeQfSU=w293-h142-no[/img][/center] Eris sat there at the table, their hands clutched tightly together as they digested the story that Charlton took great care to tell.[color=mediumspringgreen]“So…”[/color] They began after a short pause. [color=mediumspringgreen]“You knew my granddad when he was younger?”[/color] Charlton nodded, chuckling bitterly. “I knew him very well. We made slow friends at first, but I soon grew used to his pompous nature with time.” He sighed, settling back into his seat. Eris thought that maybe telling the story was taking a lot out of him, but he soon straightened his back out. “I remember the day that Eric first showed up at the record store. He and Thaddeus were the very best of friends.” [color=mediumspringgreen] “And then my gramps died, right?”[/color] Eris asked. Charlton shook his head, sadly. “No. It was something much darker than death that ruined their friendship, I’m afraid.” ……………………………………… [i]Charlton was tending to some of Thaddeus’ clothing in his small room that he shared with his brother. He had been tasked with cleaning all of his clothing for a week, and all Charlton could do was seethe silently at himself for opening his big mouth at the wrong moment. Though that was the least of his problem, noting the newest addition to the record shop, there was still the issue of Eric and Thaddeus. They were both grating on Charlton’s nerve, and belittled him to no expense, though nowadays it seemed to come from a place of familiarity. Water sloshed onto the floor as he scrubbed extra hard on the satin fabric of Thaddeus’ shirt. He had lied when he claimed to know more than him about clothing material, but Thaddeus would be the one to pay for it in the end. This shirt was going to be more than just ruined when it was returned to him. The door downstairs opened with no warning, though Charlton could already tell by the heavy tread who it was. “What do you want, Eric?” He had asked him without looking up from his handiwork. “I’m busy with something here, if you couldn’t tell. Also, knock next time, why don’t you?” Eric ignored him, and walked into the room, seamlessly hopping over the larger puddle of water on the floor. “I’ve got another proposition for you.” Eric announced, taking a seat on Charlton’s bed. Shaking his head, he spoke. “I already told you, I’m not interested. Besides, it’s just a gathering full of stuffy rich folk like yourself, what do I have to do with any of that?” He said. For the past few days, Eric had been inquiring to him about a “small get together” with “family associates” and practically badgering him to attend. Charlton was more than against the idea. “I’ll pay you if you come with me.” Eric told him, crossing his arms. Charlton snorted. “What am I, some kind of escort service now? I’m already cleaning Thad’s shirts-” “And doing it quite poorly if I have anything to say about.” “-and now you want me to follow you around some lame family reunion cause you’d be bored?” He took the shirt out of the water, and wrung it out like a towel. “Why not just skip the whole event entirely and do something else for once.” Eric was quiet for a moment, as if contemplating that very sentiment. “Like...what? What else could I possibly do in this dead end town tomorrow when that reunion hits?” He scoffed. “Go see a movie? Walk around a park? I’d rather not have people gawking at me, the whole time, Charlton.” He sighed, stood up, and flung the shirt somewhere into a corner before turning to Eric. “Then just...I don’t know. Hang out with me tomorrow?” He suggested. “I’m going to one of those jazz concerts that’s been touring around the country for awhile. It ain’t a movie, but it also ain’t a reunion. You should come along.” Eric tilted his head to the side, in mock consideration. “I could...I suppose I could follow you along to whatever commoner’s soiree you’re attending.Besides it sounds a lot better than listening to nothing but ‘Classics’ for the whole evening.” “Wait, do rich folk really just sit around all day listening to Beethoven and the like ‘cause they’re too good for other types of music?” Charlton laughed. “That’s one of your funnier jokes, Eric.” Eric stood. “No, we don’t spend all our time doing that, and- you know what. Never mind. I don’t have to explain anything to you. Just know, my parents are very stuck in their ways, and their tastes, and I want no parts of it.” he crossed his arms, hearing no more of Charltons teasing. “Alright then, it’s settled. You’ll come with me to the Jazz concert instead of the stuffy rich people meeting.” Charlton stood up, stretching his arms in the air. “There’s gonna be a few friends of mine tagging along, however. You might even know a few of them.” Eric thought there was no way he would know anyone associated with Charlton, of all people. But he would soon come to learn he knew Charltons friends a lot better than Charlton did. [/i] ............................. [color=8882be]Welp Its been quite a while since I've posted anything but I finally have some time now to just write seeing how all my classes are all but finished. [/color] [color=8493ca][hider=tonight's atmosphere][url]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Q1rTavZBJo[/url][/hider][/color] [color=8493ca]Go watch Dororo, seriously season 2 just dropped guys its a good ass show. [/color]