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"Good Afternoon everyone!" Bumbles anounced as he pushed the large doors open to the now routine petshop.














"No one's here..." Stated Chad coming in behind his pet, black hoodie, frown and morbid look as always still in tact. "The Count said he was busy today and to just make ourselfs at home, so don't break anything." He said to his overly excited pet.












"I'm not gonna break anything!" The lizard said waving off Chads warning as he went over to a very ornate couch in front of the coffe table which the Count always had a steady suply of sweets avaliable. "I love coming here." He said rubbing his hands together and licking his lips as his eyes glittered and he tried to choose what to eat before grabbing a peice of cake and putting chocolate candies on top of it before devouring it.














"You have such a one track mind..." Chad said sitting down in the armchair across from him cocking an eyebrow as he watched Bumbles tears into the sweets. "I hope that Count doesn't make me pay him back for those." He said rolling his eyes.












"Nah! He's not going to make us pay, it's not like he doesn't have enough." He said between candies and a glass of tea with a generous helping of sugar.














"And it's not like you need it." He said before stretching his arms out and tilting his hood further down to extinguish the light around his eyes as he leaned back in the chair to relax.

"Oooof!" Bumbles let out as the dog jumped into his lap, in the chaos let his third peice of cake fly out of his hands. It soared right through the air right across the table and into the face of none other but Chads. "My cake!!" Bumbles cried out looking around the dog to see where it had gone.














". . ." Chad sat there for a while clenching the arms of the chair as the cake smeared down his face. He spat some bits out of his mouth to be able to breathe better and glared daggers towards Bumbles.












"...Oops..." Bumbles said uneasily a little nervous before quickly turning his head to the woman standing in the door. "Hi there! How ya doing? And nope, the Count's busy, don't think he'll be around today. And he yours?" He asked looking back to the dog in his lap and giving him a little wave still avoiding Chad.














"You won't be having desert for a week." Chad growled as he grabbed some napkins and wiped the remains of the cake off his face.