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Bang, bang, bang . There was an aggressive knocking on his front door. James didn’t even have time to get up from his spot on the couch before he could hear the door slamming open and loud footsteps clomping into his humble abode. A loud, “Jimbo!” was screeched at the top of the intruders’ lungs. The man sighed, now knowing that today was going to be a long day and that any previously made plans were completely foiled.
“Yes, Tommy.” James responded leaning against the wall in the entrance while the younger man struggled with throwing off his shoes. Tommy was balancing a Tesco bag in his left hand and two cans of coke in his right.
“Have one,” The youngest of the two said, reaching out his hand with the cans and letting the 25 year old take one. James popped open the tab, the drink making a satisfying fizzing sound. “Okay, James Marriott. We are going to paint.”
“Eh… like right now?”
“Yea, right now… bitch.”
The exchange left James feeling a bit more confused than when they started the conversation. Tommy’s struggle with the shoes was over and he led his friend to the dining table where he put down his Tesco bag and coke can after which he started pulling out art supplies and arranging them on the table. James took a sip from his coke. Meanwhile Tommy pulled out a chair to which he dragged James and pushed him down and schooched in the chair before taking a seat himself. Without another word they both started making whatever it is they wanted with the art supplies.
30 minutes later Tommy was starting to get restless and decided to go and snoop around James’ flat. He noticed a framed piece of paper hanging proudly on the wall.
“James!” he shouted from another part of the flat. A chair scraped against the floor and a few seconds later James was standing beside his friend who was pointing at the wall.
“What is that?” the boy asked. James' eyes followed the pointed finger to see his framed degree on the wall.
“Oh this?” James let out a light giggle before continuing his monologue, “That’s just my degree. Did you know that I am trilingual? That means that I can speak three different languages. I actually speak Portuguese and Spanish as well as English. It’s honestly not a very well known fact about me. I don’t really like to brag.” he pretended to be bashful doing his classic James Marriott expression.
“Okay,” was Tommy’s response before he moved on to his next big thing. He moved back to the Tesco bag and started pulling out different clothing pieces. “I brought Halloween costumes, and you’re coming with me so we can go round Brighton trick or treating at our friends’ homes.”
That was how the two ended up at Ranboo’s place with a bunch of their friends. Tommy was dressed up as the little grubby raccoon he is and James was dressed as a big, strong and very masculine bear.