The Day After…
[Michael’s Narration]
“Who is this little runt anyway?
The more I think about it the more my head spins all over the place.
If it’s true that he’s also Mom and Pops’ kid…
Then why the hell haven’t I seen him in nine years?
I should probably just call them and figure it out.
Either that, or hope they give me the greenlight to drop his weird little butt off at the nearest care center.”
“Michaeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeel!”
Michael—our ever-cheerful protagonist (just kidding)—has just stepped out of the shower and is drying his soaking wet fur with a hairdryer when he hears the shrill voice call his name.
“What?!”
“Umm, I—I was wondering, can I go play outside?”
Cut to Angie, peeking in from the bathroom door.
“I don’t know, can you?”
“W-Well… I suppose I can, but—”
“Then why are you asking? I told you yesterday — I don’t care what you do as long as you don’t bother 'me'.”
“O-Okay!”
Angie, not offended but rather curious about Michael’s cold demeanor, wonders why someone he barely knows talks to him like that.
Maybe Michael’s just having a rough morning, he thinks.
Instead of lingering on it, he runs outside to the yard
no a toy in sight, but plenty of large mud puddles.
(Back inside, Michael mutters under his breath,
"What a pain in the ass he is going to be."
The view now shifts to the youngling deer playing in the mud, getting it on every single bit of his fur, except where his briefs cover him. He even accidentally swallows some in the process, but he doesn't seem to care. He's having the time of his life in such a mundane activity.
Once the rain begins to settle, he calls off his fun abruptly and heads back into the house.
Still covered in wet dirt, he rushes upstairs, calling for Michael.
"Michael! Michael! Michael!"
"Ugh... The hell do you want!?"
Michael mutters and screams at Angie through the other side of the door.
"Is there any chance that you're coming out of the bathroom anytime soon? I need to give myself a bath!"
"No! Piss off!"
Seeing that it would have been a lost battle trying to argue with the grumpy older deer Angie surely thought to himself it would be better
to have another way to clean himself, and so he had the idea of using the hose in the garden he could spot not long ago, certainly the water wouldn't be as warm and cozy as the one from the shower
but it was miles better than having to wait for another rainfall, that most likely wouldn't come given that the sky was crystal clear.
"Alright... Hmm... Perfect!"
Angie found the house and not wasting anytime he let the water stream soak his fur and wash away the mud out of it,
After he had done with his improvised bath he rushed himself into the house, not taking into consideration that he forgot to wash underneat his hooves, making a complete mess inside the house with every step he took
As Michael had finally finished his "meditation" hour in the bathroom he comes out of it, just as Angie was passing by the hallway completely bare butt, soaking wet still, and leaving heavily noticeable marks on the floor.
and yet, he just shrug it off as both of them made way to the same direction. Michale following behind Angie at first a tad bit uncomfortable about seeing Angie walking on his birthday suit nonchalantly.
however as soon as he saw him on way of entering his bedroom he said:
"Excuse me your highness, did you lost something?"
"Huh? Oh, i-i'm just looking for a spare towel, i didn't noticed you came out of the bathroom already."
"Well i did, don't scoop in your nose in other people's bedroom, may i remind you you're still a ""guest"" until i get word from mom and or my old man. so get a move on, come on, quick! get out of here."
As Michael teasingly "kicked" Angie's bum out of his bedroom it was clear that the smaller deer didn't took it seriously
so he couldn't help but giggle with each light push he was getting from Michael as he finally gave up and started to make his way to grab a towel.
But Michael found himself interrupted yet again, this time by his stomach growling in hunger.
"Hey you, Aaron"
"Angie"
"Aaron, say, since i suppose it would be kind of being an asshole for me to let you starve to death until weekend, how do you fancy a hot dog or whatever fast food i can find first?"
"I don't really know, i guess it's fine. i never really eat many fast food besides when d-"
"I asked for a yes or a no, not 'how was your day? dear wife'"
"Yes?"
"I'll be waiting downstairs for you then, i don't wanna hear any complaints if they get your stuff wrong so you're picking whatever you're gonna eat. Nothing more than two dollars!
"Okay!"
But, before Michael made his way out of the bathroom, his gaze dropped for a slight second down to angie who had turned himself back to place the towel back on it's place.
"Be quick."
