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"Beavis, can you, like, hurry up in there?"
Butt-Head grumbled at Beavis's muffled "I'm almost done!" coming from the other room. "I gotta shower too, dillweed.." Butt-Head rolled his eyes, and figured he'd kick Beavis's ass later. He then focused his attention onto a news report, talking about some tragedy or something.
"This horrible news has been hard on everyone.."
Butt-Head tuned out the rest of the reporters words, only focusing on one:
"Hard."
He repeated the words again, chuckling in his own weird little way, as per usual. "Beavis, that, like, uh.. news guy, or something, said hard." Butt-Head shouted, waiting for a response.
A few moments passed, about 20 seconds that felt like hours to Butt-Head, and Beavis didn't shout anything back. But Butt-Head heard his muffled voice saying, or moreso singing slightly, something unintelligible to him.
"Uhh.."
He blinked, very hesitantly getting up from the couch and walking over to the bathroom door. Butt-Head put his fist up, about to bang on the door before he clearly heard some words. Or music. Very up-beat and dancy music, or moreso wussy music to Butt-Head.
Beavis's voice was low and very off-beat, mumbling the words to some weird Voca-ba-lod song he liked.
Butt-Head blinked. "Uhh, Beavis." He mumbled out, stifling a chuckle.
Beavis jolted up, immediately shutting up. "Oh, uh, Butt-Head. Uh- hey- yeah, uh- how's it going?" He nervously chuckled, his face burning a bright red. He murmured some words of curse before clearing his throat at Butt-Head's question. "What'reyou doing." Butt-Head chuckled, his question sounding mores like a statement.
"Uh- you know- nothing- just hanging out, you know?"
"Uhhh, sounds like you were singing, dude."
Beavis laughed extremely fakely, turning the shower knob off, his blonde curly hair practically a dripping mop on his head as he threw on his clothes, throwing the bathroom door open.
"No, nah. Singing's for wussies."
"Whatever you say, dude."
Beavis grumbled before his noises of complaints trailed off into a sigh, plopping on the couch. Butt-Head soon followed suit, still chuckling occasionally.
A few minutes of extremely awkward silence followed the two before Butt-Head turned to actually get a good look at Beavis. His hair was sopping wet all over their extremely good, definitely not falling apart couch. "Beavis, dry your hair. It's getting on the couch." Beavis huffed. "You interrupted me, bunghole. I was gonna." That reminded Butt-Head. "Oh yeah." He got up, walking over to the bathroom.
Beavis seemed slightly taken aback by Butt-Head's sudden memory of what he was about to do. He did that a lot. He'd forget that he was supposed to be doing something, and then something would remind him to do it. It was better than not remembering to do something at all, like Beavis. He was a bit (moreso, a lot) absent minded, and when things caught his attention, they caught his attention.
Like LEGOS.
And fire.
Beavis grabbed a lighter from a bedside table conveniently located right next to the couch, grinning as he did so.
"Fire. Yeah, heheh."
He went outside on their front porch, (hair still dripping wet) eager to burn something. He wandered around for a while before finding a nearby bush suitable. Before lighting said bush on fire, the blonde boy took a moment to snicker. "Bush. Yeah, hehehe.." He murmured a tiny, "that's cool" before lighting the bush on fire. "Fire. Yeah, yeah! Fire!" He grinned, bouncing up and down slightly. He eagerly watched the bush burn, excitement and tone rising as he did so. "Fire! Yeah, yeah!" He was almost jumping at this point, unable to control his excitement.
A voice snapped him out of his pyromania-crazed trance as he turned to face whoever it was. "Hey, hwat the hell are you doing to my bushes?!" The voice was one Beavis was well aware of, as he'd often pretend to do chores for him and, after failing the command meticulously. whack off in his toolshed. Toolshed. Beavis snickered at the word before quietly repeating it. He basically forgot he just lit his neighbor's bush on fire. Anderson scolded him, as Beavis nodded half-heartedly to whatever he said. Quickly, Anderson extinguished the flames.
"Boy, I tell you hwat, I could call the police for arson! But you better listen good and close.." He went off into some weird old people speech with weird old people slang and plenty of the "back in my day" 's Beavis was so accustomed to hearing. He, once again, zoned out until Anderson bid him adieu. Beavis, with his absolutely horrendous posture, slumped back to his house. Or, Shirley's house. Whatever. His hair was still wet as he plopped on the couch next to Butt-Head. "Where were you, fartknocker?"
"I set Mr. Anderson's bushes on fire." Beavis grinned proudly, and Butt-Head's eyes widened. "Woah. That kicks ass, Beavis." "Yeah, yeah!" Beavis nodded, seemingly flexing about his charges of arson. Nothing he hasn't done before. Beavis noticed Butt-Head's hair was basically dry already. He frowned, looking up at his hair. "How come your hair dries quicker than mine?" Beavis asked in a slightly pouty but questioning tone.
Butt-Head then suddenly turned to Beavis, his expression completely serious. "Beavis." He slowly said, causing Beavis's full attention on him. "Yeah?" He asked, curiosity swelling inside him.
A few moments of anticipation follow. Seems he was really building this up.
...
"You said come."
The two burst out into laughter, occasionally repeating the word under their breath.
"Yeah, yeah! I did!"
Beavis beamed, grinning happily like it was the funniest thing he's ever heard and biting his lower lip, chuckling in a grunt-y sort of way. Butt-Head chuckled, still laughing about the word 'come.' The sound of the TV played in the background, only serving as filler noise as the two dumbasses laughed over it.
"That's cool."
Butt-Head snickered like a dumbass as Beavis nodded quickly, eagerly agreeing to anything the other said.
"Yeah, yeah!"
They laughed for what felt like (and probably was) literal hours on end, occasionally repeating some words from sales ads from the TV.