Runt of the Litter

My name is Doyle Grey, though most of you probably only know me as Mr. Grey or Mr. Doyle. I'm twenty-six years old, and I teach preschool here in town. If you ever need a babysitter after school hours, I'm certainly always around to help! Spending time with the kids is always a joy.

[mr-doyle-grey]

OH! Sorry!

I got a little bit wrapped up! D-did you want something? Am I in the way?

[itssallyskellington]

Huh...

I thought it was supposed to be sunny today.

[mr-doyle-grey]

I imagine weather's very hard to predict.

[oldmisslaylapalmer]

It's too quiet.

[mr-doyle-grey]

Quiet can be a sort of nice thing, though, can't it?

[mr-doyle-grey]

Oh!

I-I-I'm sorry, th-that was clumsy of me. I-I'm normally not that c-clumsy, I just-- S-sorry.

[shewillbemywife]

"I'm sorry,"

"What the hell just happened?" Garrett looked around a little stunned as he returned from the back room only to find that most of the meat he had on display had been stolen. 

[mr-doyle-grey]

Doyle had simply been walking through, happening on the accident by complete chance. He saw Garrett - a man he'd only heard about through hearsay, mostly from Belle - and felt immediately anxious. Still, it seemed best to stop and see what the matter was. He looked upset, for whatever reason. "I-I-Is something th-the matter?"

[rogerradcliffe101]

"I did it! I finally did it!"

"They’re playing my jingle on the radio!"

[mr-doyle-grey]

"Th-that's fantastic! You wrote a jingle? What w-was it for?"

[ohwrendarling]

I give up...

[ohwrendarling]

I— Never mind…

It’s nothing. Really.

[mr-doyle-grey]

Well i-i-it must be something if you're so upset!

[ohwrendarling]

I give up...

[mr-doyle-grey]

Th-there's no need to give up! What's wrong?

[serena-dressed-in-white-blog]

Oh....Well....

[serena-dressed-in-white-blog]

I have no idea!

[mr-doyle-grey]

W-well that's very silly of whoever it is..

[mr-doyle-grey]

Is it normal, not being able to sleep?

[goldsbestfriend]

Yeah that’s not normal at all. If you want to go to sleep i could just you know hit you over the head with something preferably metal. Put you right to sleep.

[mr-doyle-grey]

O-or not.

[mr-doyle-grey]

Is it normal, not being able to sleep?

[pixie-bellman]

Sweetheart, you’re going to need something stronger than milk.

Difficulty with what?

[mr-doyle-grey]

U-u-um no. I-I don't drink, if that's what y-you mean. N-never have.

With sleeping, I-I don't know.

[serena-dressed-in-white-blog]

Oh....Well....

The Weird Apple-Related things are showing up on my doorstep again!

[mr-doyle-grey]

Wh-who's leaving them?

[bonnie-berry-boo]

My car is broke....

[bonnie-berry-boo]

[mr-doyle-grey]

I-it's up to you! I just don't mind i-if you need it.

[mr-doyle-grey]

Is it normal, not being able to sleep?

[pixie-bellman]

It’s not that bad. Take a walk, get a drink. Dull the senses, numb the anxiety. Whatever it takes. It seems to be the norm.

[mr-doyle-grey]

I t-tried drinking milk. L-like usual, b-but it didn't work. I don't ha-ave anxiety, just some d-difficulty.

[serena-dressed-in-white-blog]

I have the cutest song in my head!

[serena-dressed-in-white-blog]

Occasionally!

Is it bad?

[mr-doyle-grey]

Q-- um... Quite the contrary, actually.

[mr-doyle-grey]

Is it normal, not being able to sleep?

[pixie-bellman]

Around here, it’s pretty much a requirement.

[mr-doyle-grey]

Well then t-this is my first night of meeting standards.

[serena-dressed-in-white-blog]

I have the cutest song in my head!

Whistle while you work….

[mr-doyle-grey]

Y-y-you sing?