Stringer, Tubby and Scotty were scouting around some trees in Central Park. Partly for good spots to take album covers, partly because they all really needed to go outside. Tubby was on a not-so-secret quest to find the tree with their initials.
"You ever carve your initials in a tree, Scotty?"
"Sure."
"Oooh! What is it?"
"S 'n M, baby."
Tubby let out a light snicker, "Did you?"
"...shut up," he muttered, rising the inner thirteen year old in both of them. "I can show you it. It's in Strawberry Fields. It's funny because it wasn't forever!"
Stringer and Tubby didn't find their tree, but Scotty found his. He assumed it was his, anyway.
"Tearing off bark with keys doesn't leave much creativity to markings," he'd said.
"So who's this M friend?" asked Stringer.
"Her name's Magnolia," he muttered, "I doubt she kept my last name. She was this Havanese-breed gal that I was with for six years."
"Yeouch!" exclaimed Tubby while Stringer hissed through his teeth.
Scotty shrugged. "She was a strange one. Claimed I had some sort of part in her miscarriage but that's a story for another day."
Tubby nodded, satisfied. As he headed back to the sidewalk, he got a foot caught in the fencing and fell straight into his face. Stringer rushed over, panicked and screaming. Scotty followed, not as loud.
Tubby was fine, his glasses, however where not. One of the arms was completely out of place and one lends was cracked. With a sigh and a grumble, he grabbed onto Stringer to stand.
"Ar-are you okay?" worried Stringer.
"Sure," Tubby muttered, shaking his hand, "...I literally can't see if I'm bleeding or not."
"You're not, laddie," Scotty muttered, not wanting to get any closer.
"Sweet," he said back, emotionless and still clinging to Stringer for dear life, "We'd best be heading home then."
"Stay safe."
shrugs!
i have lots of ideas for Tubby Trouble, as seen, the Hanukkah one, but i've also got quite a few angst ones and iiii don't like em very much, so i choice my favorite of my other ideas