Motherfricking titty waffles
A Coin-Toss oneshot. A moment from Ryan's past that he's probably forgotten by now.
The ten-year-old clutched his leg, his teeth gritted. “Motherf**king titty waffles, that hurt!’ His brother just sighed: he had seen this all before.
“Then why the heck did you do it?!’ Tanner was used to this by now, and Ryan always gave the same answer.
“I thought it would look cool!” The child protested. Tanner was having none of it.
“One: that’s the same excuse as last time. And the time before. You need better material, bro. Two: where, exactly did you learn that word? And three: mum told you not to try stupid tricks on the skateboard without adult supervision.”
“You were there!” Ryan winced as Tanner dabbed the graze.
“I’m not an adult.” The older of the two applied a plaster to the wound.
“You’re, like, twelve! And your voice is getting more manly! You’re practically a grown-up!” Tanner winced; he didn’t like to be reminded that he was what his parents called an ‘early bloomer’. To be honest, he felt discomforted at the mere idea of having a deep voice and puberty in general.
“I... shut up, Ryan.” He got up and turned away. “I’ve nursed your boo-boo. Mum said to be back in ten minutes.”
“W-what?” The younger was confused. Why did Tanner get so angry so suddenly? Was it something he said? “O... okay. Bye-bye, brother.”
“Bye, Ryan.”