The joint finally setting in, Tim squints over at her, tilting his head before chuckling and nodding. âFuck, that was good. If I put that on a shirt you wanna split the profit. I donât mind 10/90. The kids will love it.â One of the aspects he enjoyed about his job was getting to design his own merch. Being an artist it was a pretty big deal. It pretty much acted as his own clothing line which is never something he saw for himself, but one of the few pieces of his life that seemed to work out in his favor. âYou expect it to get that bad, huh? I donât know if Iâd want to get into that just because itâd be way too fun to watch. Do you see how many elderly people are out there? I want to know so badly how long it would actually take for a punch theyâve thrown to connect.â He rambles excitedly as if heâs really into the idea. And sure, he really might be, what of it? âI mean, youâve got a fair point, but if you donât come across one person who thinks its funny to call you âuranusâ in your life Iâm afraid to say you really havenât lived, darling.â he laughs before making a sound as if being called that really stung. âYeah, itâs as equally as awful every time. Iâmma tell you what. I know fuck all about Tiny Tim. Except that he was tiny and for what itâs worth, that sounds pretty rough. I canât judge the guy for ruining capitalist holidays. Right on, little dude, in fact.â
Mars chuckled, the joint nipping at her fingertips, burning slightly as she passed it back to Tim. âYou sure the kids these days are into t-shirts? Youâre probably out of touch.â She joked as she exhaled slowly, her head rolled slightly where it rested against the wall, seemingly heavier on her neck than it had been moments ago. She closed her eyes. âYou can have whatever cut you want; Iâm trying to stay humble.â Mars smiled lazily. At least it didnât smell so much like bleach anymore. It was no3 the scene she was used to, hazy air with the tiles cool against her skin. She peered at Tim through one open eye and crossed her arms over herself. âWho knows with this many people under one roof? Lot of beef. Like a farm.â She shrugged. There was enough tension in her own family, and sheâd quite happily put space between herself and the rest of them. It wasnât like she could fix it herself. âOh, you havenât seen some of the old ladies at Temple. MMA fighters the lot of them.â Mars laughed but she wasnât wholly joking. Some of them were certainly stern enough, it wouldnât surprise her. She scrunched her nose at âdarlingâ, shook her head. âI feel like youâre going to be the one person.â Maybe she had brought it on herself this time. âRight, fuck Christmas. Heâs still milking it with all the songs though. Shit, thatâs just the Muppetâs version.â