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Avery was a relatively patient man.
At least, he hoped he was.
He THOUGHT he was. Clearly, he was wrong. Judging by the new job he'd gotten to help cover rent between he and his two roommates, his patience was quickly dwindling.
He threw his stuff down the second he entered the apartment.
His partner—ever so patient, D3rlord looked up from where he was sitting on the couch, a book in his hands.
"Avery?" He said, sitting up straighter and paying no mind to the yellow LEECH in their shared kitchen.
"I quit! I fuckin' quit, D3r!" The slime snapped back, walking around over to lay on the poor boy's lap. D3rlord quickly set his book aside to accommodate Avery, letting him rest his head on his lap.
"What happened this time..?" D3r sighed. Avery scoffed and sat up almost instantly, turning to face D3rlord properly.
"Oh, you're gonna want to listen for this one." He said, irritation already bubbling up.
And, so it began.
"So, I'm clocking into my shift, right?"
"Yes..?"
"Well, turns out we were having a slow day!..Or so I thought. Good mood immediately out the window."
"Not even twenty minutes later, a giant group comes in. Right? Well, we're understaffed." Avery recalled, picking at the threads of his shirt subtly. D3rlord leaned his chin against the palm of his hand and nodded.
"Like.. severely understaffed. Like, no one came into their damn shift. There's maybe six people working." Avery noted. D3rlord grimaced slightly. The proclaimed 'leech' in the kitchen decided to make Himself known by peeking out. Avery didn't even spare him a glance.
"So, I'm trying my best to get them seated. Taking orders, y'know. The usual. Thought it'd be fine, but our hostess started assigning more tables because our numbers were raising. For some fucking reason." He scoffed out, crossing his arms over his chest.
"It's just getting more and more stressful by the minute—I'm cutting this short, mind you. A whole fucking HOCKEY TEAM comes in maybe an hour later. And, we can't seat them yet. Obviously. But, after hearing the wait time, they decide to stay and wait the full forty-something minutes to an hour, instead of leaving to go somewhere else. A hockey team of fourteen, by the way. Fourteen!"
"..Seriously?" D3r said, taken back and slightly disgusted. The King hummed in feigned interest, and D3r scoffed under his breath.
"Seriously." Avery sighed.
"That's..awful, Aves." D3r grimaced. Avery nodded in agreement.
"I know, right? I don't get paid for all of this bullshit!" He scowled.
Needless to say, after about twenty minutes of some very necessary ranting, Avery settled down. He got comfortable beside D3r and sighed.
"Finally.." A particularly annoying voice spoke up from in the kitchen. D3r rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to Avery, who was clearly pissed off at the comment.
"Is this really the time for that?" Avery snapped. D3r placed a hand on his back. Hastur hummed and made Himself more visible in the kitchen doorway.
"You waste your time working meaningless human jobs with no actual need to. You brought that upon yourself, Vessel." He snarked. Avery just scoffed and moved a little closer to D3r.
"Stop calling me that." He muttered.
"Why? It just describes you, Slime." The King said, shifting to move further into the living room, breaching in on their space more. Avery grimaced and scooted back on the couch more. D3r wrapped an arm around his shoulders and brought him closer.
Later in the afternoon, D3rlord found himself housing a particularly tired slime in his lap, and he didn't mind one bit.
He did mind the Eldritch entity dictating what he got to watch on TV, though. He threw the remote at the back of Hastur's head and told Him to pick something instead, if He wanted to be bossy.
"I should. You have awful taste anyways, Little Lord." The King said, sparing Avery a glance as he said it. D3r scowled at Him and wrapped an arm around Avery more securely.