❝ that don’ matter right now … ❞ fred felt utterly incompetent as he pressed frozen peas into his socket , anhydrous tiers downcast in suppression of explicit vain . t’was infrequent for one to be the opponent flung to the ground , due to his elephantine altitude & the sinewy torso the red head had acquired from his sporting habits . grudge - held & habitually headstrong , fred gauged a more underhand attempt at retaliation , assistance required . ❝ what matters , mate , is whether you’re gonna help me egg someone’s house . catch is , they might be a bit high & mighty . important people . and you ain’t allowed to ask who . you in? ❞
@earhumored // cont.
of course it matters, but if Fred won’t talk about it then Lip will find out about it sooner or later--whether someone lets it slip or he digs up the information himself. lies always come out sooner or later, right? he grabs a beer from the fridge before pacing over to Fred, taking a peek at the BRUISE beneath his eye. ❛ some DICKWEED did that to you? ❜ he asks, taking a swig of beer, staring hard at Fred. it wasn’t uncommon for people like them ( pranksters, tricksters, troublemakers, etc. ) to be getting hit like this, but whoever had gotten to Fred seemed to know how to hit. ❛ you gonna go egg whoever did this to you? ❜ he seems skeptical at first, tapping a finger against the neck of his beer bottle before shrugging slightly. ❛ yeah, okay--I’m in. ❜
