>>5834878Your older cousin sighs, "Works for me, I've got some fried chicken I picked up to reheat." You smile in gratitude to the man as you two enter the kitchen. Taking about ten minutes to reheat up the chicken breasts the two of you get plates and load them with the meal. You waste no time, tearing savagely into the white meat with your teeth in chunks that you chew up and swallow only with a solid chug of extremely spicy hot sauce washing it down.
Meanwhile Ronald is using silver wear to slice it apart and eating at a slower pace. His disheveled dirty blonde hair, the bags beneath his eyes, the scraggly beard coming in from lack of shaving, and general Work-Withered apperance making the man in his twenties look well over thirty pushing forty. Drinking down a full glass of water after the twenty breasts eaten you let out a satisfied sigh as your stomach is now full.
"Man now that hit the spot...you enjoying your's?"
"Just enough I suppose. Honestly, you should take care for how you look to other people. You act like a barbarian."
You chuckle a bit, "Better a barbarian fully enjoying himself than a Worried Wallace."
"I don't just mean eating you know." He states gravely, the piercing brown eyes coupled with heavy and dark sleepbags adding a mildly intimidating look. "Did anything happen when you were taking Ben to the bus stop?" He quizes with a cocked eyebrow, to which you shrug and slouch back against the wooden chair.
"Had a run in with some pricks who were picking on him. Took care of them. Simple as."
"Is that so? Well, funny story, my Boss had mentioned his kid had to go to the hospital because, I quote: 'Some punk in a patched-jacket tossed him and his friends through a fence'. Ring any bells?"
The new information pierced through you like a bullet, but it didn't sting, in fact you smirked a bit with satisfaction having it relayed to you. "I can neither confirm nor deny." You reply back
"Goddamnit Alex you can't just do something like that!" He shouts as he slams a fist into the table in anger, "I can handle you not keeping a Job, I can handle you being flippant, but this time? You crossed a line!"
You glare back and frown, "What do you want me to do? Say sorry? Fine! I'm sorry! Give me a brea-"
"'I'm sorry' can't cut it when you used someone like a shotput to bowl over some guys because they gave you crap!"
"To be fair, it was pretty funny. But why do you even care though? I fucked up your Boss' asshole kid, big woop! Maybe now he'll spend time with his kid, like family should." You shoot back venemously which causes Ronald's brow to furrow in frustration
"It's my own shit to deal with Alex. Maybe when you're older and Actually Normalize you'll understand." He says, tone pregnant with disappointment and a barely hidden condecension which rouses a fire in you.
