You watch with your heart in your throat as Scotty walks away, then you turn to Shaun. "Um.. You are going to.. give me back, aren't you?"
Shaun chuckles and shakes his head, not even bothering to answer your stupid question. Then he brings you towards his face, studying you under the sunlight. His noxious breath stings your eyes, but when you try to shield your face he easily flicks your arms away with his giant fingers, not even acknowledging your effort to protect yourself. Finally he says: "Yeah.. Yeah, I think Andy's gonna like you."
"Who's Andy?" You say, hearing your own voice shake a little with uncertainty. But Shaun doesn't waste time answering you, he merely wraps his sweaty palm around your body and shoves you in his pocket.
* * * * *
Later that night, Shaun wanders into his living room. His younger brother is sitting on the lounge with his sneakers up on the coffee table, watching TV. The boy has blond hair, a pretty face and an air of confidence similar to his brother.
'Hey Andy, happy birthday." Shaun says, handing a small, crumpled package to his sibling.
"My birthday was last week, douchebeg." Andy says, but takes the package anyway. His fingers rip through the wrapping paper impatiently, and stop when he feels his nails scatch against something soft and flesh-like"...Oh, man! Shaun, this is the best present ever!! Where did you get this?" The boy 's giant face looms over you, ecstatic, and his sweaty fingers dig into your sides.
"Ah, it was nothin'." Shaun shrugs, switching off his cell phone which Scotty has been calling desperately all night. "Just enjoy the little guy. he's all yours."
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