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Victor rubbed his face and looked out his window to the sidewalk seeing chad already parked at his usual spot, he would normally go down and harp him for a free kebab or whatever he had ready, but today he doesn’t feel like it and got up to get ready.
He sighed as he walked down and opened his shop, mal mustve still been out if she wasn’t already down, he sparred a glance at the vending machine next to the door, still full of junk and twinks… now that he thought about it he hasn’t seen Robert in a while, most of the junk would be cleared thanks to the guy but they’re gathering dust instead.
The door swings open and chad saunters in with herm in tow
“Hey bitch, give me a free fucking chip or whatever” chad chuckles to himself and nudges herm “get it cause he mooches so much, eh eh?”
Herm lets out a weak chuckle as sonar throws two bbq chip bags at chad, “whatever, hey have yous seen bobert lately, my wallets weeping from the lack of twink buying”
“R-robert? I haven’t heard- seen him- no..” chad scoffs “me neither, his flat fatass hasn’t come around in a while, he didn’t answer prism’s invitation either.”
Sonar chuffed and started readying the counter and stocking the shelves before officially opening “invite for what?”
“H-her party! Didn’t you see- i mean you reacted to it- so you must’ve-“ Herman wringed his hands and sucked his teeth “it- it uh isnt like him- robert, to blow someone off like that…”
Chad and sonar chuckle “I don’t think it’s like bob-bob to blow anyone pissboy”
Sonar flips the open sign as herman flushes and scrambles to fix his wording and he drifts off into thought until he perks up and glances at herm
“Chase still at that one fishing spot at the docks?” Herman nods and clutches the bottom of his shirt “yeah- he uh- he says it’s a good spot- what- whydo you wanna hang with him… orsomething?”
Sonar goes to sit behind the register and squeaks “naw, just wanna ask him if he knows where boberto is, if he doesn’t know we might have to put in a missing person report or something”
Chad scoffs and Herman curls into himself slightly “bob-bob wouldn’t go missing or whatever, who would kidnap his flat ass anyway?”
Victor hums as chase walks into the store with beef in tow, looking as disgruntled as he always does but visibly tenser when he sees them as herm waves at him
“Hey old guy, hey by the way have you-“ chase scoffs and cuts him off “for your information ass hat, no i haven’t seen whatever stupid thing you’re asking me about, secondly you better not have eaten all the good night crawlers again dickhead”
Victor dramatically clutches his chest and wilts “ih how you wound me! I would never, ever! How horrible!”
Chad sucks his teeth and starts sauntering out with his chips “see you bitch, maybe my great and awesome kebabs will get you some revenue, ya know like its coolness will rub off or some shit”
Herman chuckles and pays for the chips with damp bills “great- good- have a great day vic- sonar!”
Chase grumbles and goes to the back to get whatever bait he needed this time and beef stares up at Victor expectantly.
“You know Bobby hasn’t been here in a whileeee chase, you know anything ‘bout that? Cause my-“
“Yeah yeah, your ‘harvord intuition’ but for your information if robert didn’t tell you where hes going i aint saying shit either dipshit.”
Sonar hums and leans down to pet beef “so he went somewhere? Never knew he got out so much, maybe we should celebrate it?”
Beef yaps and rolls onto his back and lolls out his tongue and sonar sighs and looks back up at chase “seriously though, you sure he’s good? He hasn’t been answering texts and shit”
Chase scoffs and walks up with his stuff and places them on the counter “maybe he’s just tired of you mother fuckers and is ghosting yous”
Sonar starts scanning his items “yeah i’d think that if it was just us and not herm, but he’s gone completely silent, kiiindaa weird for bobert”
Chase huffs “if… uhg- if he wanted you to know he wouldve told you fuckers, he’ll probably respond later… he should be home today anyway…”
Sonar hums and acts like he didn’t hear the last part… maybe he could pop by, have a good talk with bobert and drag him to the party, not that he cares if robert comes or not but itd be nice to have someone else besides herm suffer at the loud clubs prism drags them too.
“Okay that’ll be… 29.99-“
“Fucker no it aint, it should be 19 dollars-“
“Taxes bro… taxes, they get us all dont they”
“Fuck off you scamming rat”
“Have a good day chase, happy whatever the fuck“
Chase grumbles a parting word and walks out with beef happily trotting behind.
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Time skip😛😼🤯
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Sonar stands in front of Roberts apartment door, despite being actually fucking horrid it has a nice view for a concrete box playing the role of a room, its right next to the beach and he tastes the salt Every time he breathes in. He thought about knocking, reallyyy thought about it, but he instead just opened the door with a spare key he stole, and he cant help but wonder why robert hasn’t asked where his spare is.
He hums to himself and closes the door and glances at the phone on the counter, it has some… dust? On it? He picks it up and turns it on, so it wasn’t dead dead, did he just forget it? It would make sense, but if Harvard taught him anything it’d be that robert was not the type of guy to just ‘leave his phone’ he’s the type of guy to stress about everything he needs, no was he’d willingly leave without it…. Okay maybe he would, robert doesn’t seem like the-
“Victor?”
Sonar tenses and whips around to look at robert and he glances at the nice fur coat, He’s pretty sure its a coat, he has on… wait fur coat? Robert doesn’t have FUR coats, he barely has any good clothes no way he’d have fur!
“Are you okay man? Why are you in my house… HOW did you get in my house, unless mal’s here?”
Victor squeaks in embarrassment “wha noo… i uh came alone! Nice fur by the way, real chic”
Robert tenses slightly and subtly clutches the coat tighter “yeah thanks… why are you here again exactly?”
Victors ears flick, he can hear the agitation? No maybe…. Defensiveness? Something along those lines in boberts tone, maybe it’s cause of him being in his house uninvited, but they do that alll the time… maybe its the coat? No thatd be stupid, sure its the only difference between the two different scenarios but that doesnt automatically- shit what should he say ‘sorry i was just super worried yk’ fuck no….
“Oh you know i just heard that bobert was in town and wanted to see him, sorry for wanting to see my friend”
Roberts expression softened slightly “oh… sorry man im just a bit stressed you know, thanks for checking in”
Sonar chirpped, he didn’t really think his halfassed excuse WOULD work, but at least it did. Now that he was looking at robert he was noticing shit he’s only really cared for in women, the doe-ish eyes, his good face shape, whatever fucking else… he was easy on the eyes, in a pretty way if that makes sense, sonar felt his fur puff up a bit in embarrassment he’s never really thought this way before, robert wasnt his usual pick, for one he had no boobs and had a dick, but he usually went for… well now that he thinks about it he’s only really been interested in chicks that aren’t complete dicks because of his looks, robert would fit that description perfectly if he was a chick…
As sonar started rubbing his chin in thought robert had already gone and gotten dressed, in clothes that screamed prism and NOT bobert bobertson, i mean what depressed white man owns a leather crop top??? And wears it on top of a fucking fistnet top(like the shit naruto wore that one time)?? Certainly not bobert! His bottom weren’t as non Roberto as his top, it was more like what courtny would wear, black denim pants and some type of black boot… he looked emo, but not in the cool emo way…
Robert sighed and pulled at his shirt “do I look good mr oogler? Prism said it’s my ‘punishment’ for ghosting her, i didn’t even have my phone to ghost her with..”
Ah thats one mystery solved “so I wasn’t the first to see you? Also you look less… boring i guess, really shows off your scars”
Robert chuckles “jealous you weren’t the first? But yeah i was saw by mandy and court, then i was swarmed by the ladys, apparently they were having a girls day out before the party”
Sonar hummed “was mal there?”
“Yeah”
Another mystery solved, the last mystery too, good job detective sonar you could rival detective fabian with such skill
Sonar chuffed “well good think im here to take you to the party yeah? You get to come in style”
Robert huffs out something in amusement “yeah right, like flying in on a bat is peak style, atleast I don’t have to wear any makeup”
Sonar subtly inspected robert, he didn’t look too bad, another style would be better on him, the “emo” look would probably be better in different clothing… but it’s not like he cared, but… he thinks robert would look good in brown… maybe like some corduroys and a cardigan type shit…
Robert walked around him “we might aswell get going batboner, id hateee to be temporarily blinded because we missed her party”
Sonar scoffs “ywah well id be pretty fine with it, harvard taught me resourcefulness you know”
They begin walking to the club; and sonar thinks back to the coat, he’s never seen it, he can’t even picture Bobby boy in it or anything like it… it kinda looked like seal fur but robert wouldn’t wear something like that, if he remembered correctly robert worked at that one aquarium type place? SDN or something, what does that even stand for? He can’t remember, mandy worked there too, if he remembered correctly it rehabilitates animals too, its more like a sea clinic wrapped in aquarium packaging…
Before they new it they were in front of the club with a bouncer checking through a list of names,
“Fancy”