Taking it on the road.
Group effort this time! :D Lyric always ends up getting what he wants. Why? Michael. That's why.
"You are not taking that thing into my car."
"You are not taking that thing into my car." Lyric looked up at Georgie, teary eyed, clutching Puffle close to his chest.
Michael sighed and nudged his glasses up his nose. He looked back and forth between Lyric and Georgie and leant against the car, tilting his head back against the roof.
"Just let him take the thing."
Georgie didn't turn but twisted an arm back to point at him.
"Shh, no talkie."
Michael arched an eyebrow and barely repressed a growl. Digityl laid a clawed hand warningly on his shoulder. Zoe groaned in frustration, leaning over the hood of the car to glare at Georgie.
"B-but he's my pig. He's my f-friend," tears rolled down his cheek, sobs escaping with enough force to quake his entire body. Georgie looked down, unimpressed.
"It's a fuckin' pig, George. He'll be clinging to it the entire day, it won't even touch the fucking car," Zoe's voice was cracking with anger. Georgie's lips tightened, knowing the tone. Michael pushed off from the car, walking over to stand in front of Georgie, blocking him from Lyric.
"If you don't let him do what he wants then you better believe I'm going to be singing fifties music at the top of my lungs for the next three hours," Georgie's eyes widened comically. He stared down at Michael, who was no where near as short as Lyric who came up to the middle of chest. He would do it.
"Shit," he cursed, "Fine, just fine. Take your goddamn pig."
Lyric squealed with excitement and leapt over to the car. Michael smiled slightly as he went and crossed his arms.
"Bitch," Georgie again, kicked up dirt before turning and heading to the car with a heavily.
The little bitch had won again.
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