Only the best for The Best
Starter for @mpinsoo
“No dude trust me I gotchu. Your shit boutta be rockin I need you to trust me, man.” Was the overly large man on the phone? Was he talking to a person walking with him? No. No he wasn’t. What looked like he was talking to nothing, was his little backpack that sat on his belt loop, in it, Leroy’s head was sticking out. For a turtle he found in the street, the little guy had gotten surprisingly friendly and curious after the hours of floor time with Veggies Areum had spent with him. Maybe it was ridiculous that he not only decided to keep this random turtle, but he was also spending almost two grand on random shit to put in it’s enclosure.
Plants, coconut substrate, rocks, hides, little decorative mushrooms and food dishes. He had everything, the ex con looked like he had literally grabbed one of everything for his turtle. “Only the best for the best right, Leroy?” Pushing his cart, while also holding an armful of stuff, Areum made his way to the counter of Stop and Paws-- well, almost made it.
One plants led to a piece of wood then suddenly half the shit he had puzzled into his arm was trailing behind him. For a solid 10 seconds Areum just looks up at the ceiling, contemplating his whole life while also thinking about how he’s not gonna drop more or eat shit while trying to pick it all up. “My guy... You are so lucky I love you.”
All this.... while some poor shop clerk was watching. With the slowest look over ever. Areum locks eyes with the guy and hangs his head in playful shame. “I promise there’s a turtle in my bag.” He had meant to clear the idea that he wasn’t talking to the air- not this time -but quickly realized the moment the words came from his mouth, that maybe that sounds real weird too.
“My bad oh my fucking god...”