Nineteen | 03
Mr.Clyde
Wear these, fast!
Dylan (mc)
*takes the clothes*
Cristonal
Dad, why are you in such a rush?
Mr.Clyde
He will call the deal off if we don't reach the wedding office in an hour
Mr.Clyde
*lightly sweating*
Cristonal
Such a weird dude
Mr.Clyde
Now go and get ready as well.
Mr.Clyde
We need to make sure they give us the right amount.
Mark
Bro, you still got time. Are you sure?
Tristan (ml)
(Anything works as long as they will get pissed)
Tristan (ml)
*waiting* tsk
Cristonal
(oh so it's him. He is famous for his short temper beside his business)
Dylan (mc)
*standing behind Mr.Clyde*
Tristan (ml)
I don't have all day
Mr.Clyde
Come forward. *lightly sweating*
Dylan (mc)
Dwad, who are these pweople?
Tristan (ml)
*annoyed* Mr.Clyde isn't he 19?! *grints teeth*
Mr.Clyde
Y-yes sir he is. It's his habit... (I can't tell that he is sick or else what if they call off the marriage?!)
Dylan (mc)
*comes forward*
Dylan (mc)
*goes near the paper*
Dylan (mc)
*holds the pen*
Dylan (mc)
*doesn't look up*
Tristan (ml)
*shocked to see how thin he is*
Mr.Clyde
Son, te-tell them how old are you
Dylan (mc)
*counts in his fingers* 19!
Cristonal
Sign here, *points down where he was supposed to sign*
Mark
Are you willingly doing this?
Mr.Clyde
*chuckles* Why would I even force my son?
Tristan (ml)
let him speak ❄️
Dylan (mc)
I know the twerms and I agwree.
Mr.Clyde
(thank goodness I had taught him what to say)
Cristonal
*waiting for the money*
Mark
(I really thought he wasn't that type...)
Tristan (ml)
Sure. (All are the same) *❄️*
Tristan (ml)
*gives a card* here.
Mr.Clyde
*pleased* Thank you sir. *about to shake hands*
Mr.Clyde
*takes it back remembering he broke a person's hand last time*
Cristonal
*licks his lips*
Cristonal
(Money and getting rid of that nausea, both are done.)
Comments
mu.66._
and i win the bet
2024-01-03
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There u go man😒
2024-01-02
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Mr. 🚲
2024-01-02
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