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"Mnnn..." 

He shifted a little, starting to wake up 

"W-Whuh....?"

“I t think…I it’s h home time…”

"Did...did we....sleep through the whole day....?" 

He yawned, rubbing his eyes 

“I t think…”

“S shit m my bus is probably gone…can I come home with you?”

"Mmm...mhm....!       

later at his front door 

“S so you think your mom and dad will be ok with this?”

"With you coming home with me? Yeah, I don't think they'll mind-" 

“great!”

He smiled. His dad opened the door-he was a hulking, 7-foot Orc man with greenish-gray skin and two large, sharp fangs protruding from his mouth. He stared down at Tyrone with his amber-gold eyes that seemed to glow. His voice was loud and gravelly, like the rumble of thunder. 

"Who are you?

“I’m Tyrone!”

“I’m friends with your son”