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Working in the evening on Friday isn't that bad... Well at least when your working at a bar or a casino. Lukly Mugman enjoyed the night shifts more then his brother. Today however something didn't sit right, maybe because tomorrow is the „medicine“ day. Or maybe because cups was very quiet. Too quiet...
"Cups?... It's time to go to work."
No response. Mugs didn't bother to call a second time since cuphead probably won't answer, so he searched. The kitchen. The living room. The bathroom.
Why he didn't look into his room? Well... If it's alone, in their room, quiet, lets just say it's not worth it. Now the only option left is the little storage room where he keeps the notes on calix animi.The door was closed, did he left it like that? It was dark as expected since there were no windows.
*Click*
Nothing
* Click! click! click!*
“Okey no light the—ghaa!!"
Now on his back, mostly outside the room, regretting his life choices, his sibling atop him laughing.
" HAHHAH! Oh i got you didn't I!?... Sorry. Does it hurt?"
" No. I'm fine... Did you mess whit the light bulb?"
" Yess?"
"Put it back. We have enough time before work."
"I thought you called because we already have to leave?"
Even though they said that it did as Mugsy told. He was alredy fully dressed so he waited for his red menace to society to get ready. While he did, he rearranged some notes on the table. Which reminded him of the last meeting with a certain professor who made his heart skip a bit with every smile. At first Mugman skipped a few shifts to meet him more often but after a mont 'n half his senses came whit the realisation that he might get fired. Thankfully Cups worked double for him.
"Mugs lets go!"
And without another word they did. On the way though. Cups was getting closer and closer to Mugsy which they did either when pranking or...
"No."
Or when he wanted to ask permission to do something that would left other people speechless. Usually in this category go two questions. The most common which is: 'can I have a walk through hell today?' Usually the question was rhetorical only to let him know where it was going, but considering tomorrow it was best to stay home. Gladly the sibling understood and only let out a sad sigh.
At work everything was as usual. Serving tables, helping in the kitchen, the cleaning duties. Until the time closer to closing, when King Dice approach.
"Mugman!"
" Yes?"
" Where's ya brother?"
*No...*
"I'll look for him boss, well be back in no time."
"I shure hope so he' gone for ten minutes."
He said that turning away and whit that mugs left. At first normal as if he's just going to get another trai. Then whit every five steps he began to go faster until it transformed to a full blown rac like run.
* Where? Where? Where!?*
Until finally he heard it. Someone else would mistake it for a wery loud stomach grumble or even a growl, but not Mugman. So he bursed in, of course closing the door behind himself, after all it was not a wiew for strangers.