“It’s…”
Shanny groaned, exhaling. “Damnit, it was supposed to be a surprise.”
“I
think you’d better spill it before we slip full on into interrogation more,”
Tiny suggested.
“Do
not forget intervention mode too,” Angel added.
“I
promise there is nothing going on that needs an intervention,” Shanny said.
“Then
why have you been bouncing off the walls and running yourself ragged? Ajay
asked.
Shanny’s
face flushed before he bolted off the couch and rushed upstairs, meaning all of
them gave chase until they were crowded in Shanny’s room, watching him turn his
laptop towards them.
“I’m
so sick of working at the docks. They keep cutting my hours but heaping more
shit on us to accomplish in the time that we’re there. I’m sick of smelling
like fish and skateboarding home with guts in my hair.”
“Okay,
ewe, I hate when they wind up in the drain after you’ve had a shower, and no
offense, but it’s not the most flattering look,” Ajay muttered.
“No
shit. You don’t think I know that?” Shanny grumbled. “It's no wonder I haven’t had a real date in forever.
“Soo…”
Angel prompted.
Ohhhh, doesn't that make you wonder what secret he's keeping?
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