Chapter 23

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You, Deuce and Grim stepped inside the school store.

Deuce was the first to speak while you threw a few glances across the room. "Hello, can I get some he- Whoa. Thus shop is wild. They have crystal skulls, grimkires, taxidermied... Uh, I don't even know what animal that is!"

"You think they really sell cream here?" Grim muttered while shuffling  closer to the base of your leg.

Suddenly a man with purple eyes and brown hair popped up. "Greetings, my stary imps. How fare you today?" He asked with a big smile.

"Welcome to Mr. Sam's mystery Shop. What among my humble selection interests you?" He continued. He bowed down and lifted his hat before standing up again and placing the hat back on his head.

He then pointed across the store. "A charm from a secluded land? The mummified remains of an ancient king? A cursed tarot card?"

Grim stiffened slightly. "Myah! I wasn't expectin' thus kinda selection!"

You nodded and slowly shuffled towards somw plants you've never seen before and placed your interest there.

Deuce side-eyed you and turned back to the presumed Mr. Sam. "Um, we wanted to buy all the items on this list..."

He held up the list and before Sam could get a good look at it Grim spoke up. "Ring up two cans of tuna whole you're at it!"

"No, Grim! We're not here for tuna!" You and Deuce yelled at the same time.

Sam was inspecting the list Trey made for you three. "What's this? Cream and eggs and... Quite the sacchariferious list! I'll get everything for you." He winked and them walked towards the back of the store.

Deuce had shuffled towards you and whispered softly. "Whoa... He really does stock that stuff, huh?"

"Yeah... I'm surprised aswell." You whispered back, still looking at the plants.

Not even 5 minutes later Sam walked back in with a few bags of stuff. "Here you go. It's pretty heavy... Are you sure you can carry this?"

A smile then spread in his face. "Luckily for you, our 1/100th size flying saucers are 30% off today. Perfect for carrying groceries!"

Grim ran over to inspect the saucers. "Ooh, lemme see! That sounds awesome!"

"We're fine, thank you. Let's go, Grim." Deuce kindly rejected the offer and placed the money down on the counter.

Grim whined and climbed op to you to slump over your shoulder. "Myah! I didn't realize today was National No Fun Allowed Day!"

Sam chuckled at yhe creatures behavior and waved. "Very well. Then until next time, my little imps. Do come again! Ciao!"

"Thank you, goodbye!" You bid your goodbye and walked out of the store.

You were now walking down Main Street. You were carrying two bags, and Deuce was carrying two while Grim was lounging on your shoulder.

"That store was amazing." Deuce commented, and your head slowly moved up and down. "I agree, he had a lot of plants."

Grum scoffed. "Yeah, and you're amazingly cheap."

Deuce groaned. "Who are you calling cheap?!"

"Grim shut up you literally don't have a mora to your name." You sneered aswell.

"Hmph. Y/n, looks like you got the bag with all the cans. That must be heavy. Let me take that one. I've got a little trick for carrying heavy bags." He smiled at you and put his lighter bag down to take over yours.

"Are you sure?" You could easily carry all four bags by yourself, but you didn't want to seem egoistic, nor did you want to seem rude by turning the navy haired boy down.

"Yeah. My mom always used to stock up at sales, and the bags would get ridiculously heavy." He explained with a shrug of his shoulders.

You nodded at his words and let him grab the bag while he continued talking. "I was the only man in the house, so I got to do all the heavy lifting, and- Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to monopolize the conversation."

"No, it's fine. I don't mind at all. It's great that you helped out around the house." You smiled, and grabbed ahold of the lighter bag on the ground.

You both started walking again, and a frown appeared in Deuce's face. "No, it wasn't like that at all. The truth is, I-"

He got cut off when someone slammed into him from around the corner. "Owww!"

Grum sprung up on your shoulder and looked over. "Myah! The eggs!"

Deuce looked over at the bag in his right hand. "T-the carton of eggs is totally smashed! And now the bag's dripping egg good everywhere."

"Ouch! Why don't you watch where you're- Hey!" The boy that bumped into Deuce appeared to be one of the guys from the cafeteria earlier.

He recognized you aswell. "You're the jerks who broke the yolk on my carbonara!"

The red haired student that was with him at the cafeteria appeared aswell. "I've had about enough of you punks. You need to learn your place!" He yelled at Deuce.

Deuce groaned. "You're the ones who darted out at us from around the corner! And you picked a fight with us at lunch over an egg that you were still totally able to eat! And now you've destroyed six of OUR eggs!"

Grim jumped onto Deuce's shoulder. "Yeah! He's right!"

Grim jumping from yours to Deuce's shoulder finally made the delinquents notice you. You were glaring at them, and they had certainly not forgotten the ass whooping they had earlier...

Yet they still insisted on being assholes.

"So what? You sayin' this was our fault?" The white haired student yelled.

Deuce stood his ground and nodded. "I am. Please reimburse us for the eggs. And then apologize to the chickens."

The red head chuckled. "Ooh, look who's got his big boy pants on. You sure are makin' a big deal outta some stupid eggs.

"What?" Deuce's eyes widened at the boy's words.

The white haired laughed aswell. "They haven't even touched the ground, so they're still edible. Quit whinin'!"

"You should thank us for savin' you the trouble of crackin' 'em!" Both of the delinquents laughed.

"You-" You were about to speak up when you got cut off.

"That ain't funny." Deuce murmurd, and you turned your head towards him.

"Huh?" The delinquents stopped laughing and turned to Deuce aswell.

Deuce was glaring at them wide eyed and slammed his fist into his palm. "I said, THAT AIN'T FUNNY."

You winced at the sudden change of volume in his voice, but let him do his thing anyways.

"You don't get to call my eggs stupid. You don't get to call ANY eggs stupid! Those eggs may not have gotten to be chick's, but they were gonna make some amazing tarts! Do you get it? DO YOU?!"

You deadpanned when you realized what was going on.

"What's with this guy all of a sudden?"  The shorter red haired boy mumbled to his taller friend.

"You owe me six eggs. If ya ain't gonna lay me for em, then you're gettin' a bruise for each one!" Deuce yelled, and you silently cheered him on.

The taller boy looked shocked. "Are you serious right now?" He questioned, while he and his red haired buddy slowly backed away.

Deuce noticed, and put his hand around his fist again.
"Oh no, you're not gettin' away! Buckle up, jerks!"

✿༺ 𝓈𝑒𝒸𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓈! ༻✿
✿༺ You think Deuce ate that.

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A/n: I'm back! Sorry, had a few tests coming up, and I had friends over this weekend so I didn't have any time to write! So have this. Dizziness has been killing me, I think the authorcurse is catching up to me...😔
-Kitz/Yumeko