Sohinki's POV
As I entered through the studio's front doors, I heard Lasercorn scream a blood-curdling scream. He was at his desk as normal with a neatly typed Email upon his computer screen. I realized as I read it from a walking distance, he and I both needed help. The Email was addressed to "Mr. David Moss." It was from some doctor. The Email upon his screen read,
"Dear Mr. David Moss of Smosh Games,
I reviewed our appointment together. I realized a few things when I was reviewing the results. I realized your neck, back, and full body is cricked and is out of shape. You have and always did have bad posture. Also due to your inability to touch to your toes or shins and ability to lose many food or drink-related Game Bang, you will be temporally be monitored by your friend and co-worker, Mr. Joshua E. Ovenshire. You will also both along with Mr. Matthew Sohinki will be taking dance lessons from her dancing friend and co-worker, Ms. Mariko.
Also, you will be running before and after work with Mr. Ovenshire. I am sorry to be the scapegoat in this situation, sir.
Sincerely and much care,
Dr. Sohinki- brother and care-taker to Matthew Sohinki."
Sohinki watched Lasercorn cry into his Pikachu hat.
"I'm sorry man," I cooed with a smile and a hand on my friend's shoulder.
"Thanks. Your brother is so mean," Lasercorn cried; looking up slowly.
"He's my brother. You knows what he's asking," I replied; kneeling beside him.
"How was-," he began.
"Fine," I replied quickly.
Lasercorn's POV
"No. No! NO!" I cried into my Pikachu hat.
As I talked at Sohinki, I knew I wasn't alone on posture problems, orders from his doctor brother and other things. I watched Joven read his Email with a confused smile. He looked happy about being my monitor and trainer after he read it again. I watched Mari enter gracefully.
"Good morning!" she greeted.
"Good morning," I replied after the other two.
"I got the Email, guys. When should we start?" she smiled sweetly.
"How about never?" Sohinki and I groaned.
"They just want to not dance or wear leotards," Joven replied with a grin.
"How about after lunch?" she suggested with a smile.
"No," Joven replied quickly; clasping my shoulders with his big hands.
"Why?" Mari asked confused; eyes locked with Joven's handsome eyes.
"Lasercorn and I are running after lunch. Lasercorn is out of shape," Joven replied with a grin.
"I am not out of-," I began annoyed.
"Yes, you are Lasercorn," the others replied together with nods that crushed my weak and soft soul.
When I began to slouch, Joven kept up from slouching with pinching my press point.
"I hate you," I growled annoyed as he did it again for fun.