#shut up n eat ur pizza ivan

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Ivan: I’m gonna follow him. Oscar: No, you’re not. Ivan: I fuckin’ am. [Oscar rolled his eyes, intent on enjoying his juicy, grease laden burger despite Ivan’s raving] Ivan: He’s pissin’ off for days at a time now, somethin’s goin’ on. Oscar: So, talk to him like a normal human being. Ivan: It’s way past that. Oscar: Ivan-… Ivan: Nah, ‘cause he won’t tell me shit! Oscar: Probably ‘cause all you ever do is yell at him nowadays. Ivan: I fuckin’ don’t! [Oscar peered over his burger accusingly-.. case in point?] Ivan: Bah-.. I’ve had enough now; he’s been like this for ages n’ I’ve tried bein’ nice n’ givin’ him space. It feels like he broke up with me n’ just forgot t’say anythin’. Oscar: And following him is gonna fix that? Ivan: Whatever-.. I’m gonna do it next time he fucks off. Oscar: In what? He’ll recognise your car. Ivan: I’ll borrow yours. Oscar: The fuck you will-.. he’d recognise that too, anyway. Ivan: We’ll hire one then. Oscar: We..? Ivan: If he’s with someone else, I’m gonna wanna batter ‘em-.. Mia’s always workin’ n’ Tilda gets car sick. Oscar: I can’t just bugger off on a road trip at the drop of a hat. Ivan: Courtney’s a pro with the kids, she’ll manage. Oscar: [snorts] Yeah, but that’s beside the point. I’ll ask first-.. y’know, with my words, like an adult. Ivan: Shut up n’ eat your fuckin’ burger. Oscar: Uh-huh.. in peace, please.