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With a sharp push in the shoulder, Noise was put outside the threshold of the house
- "And never come back here again!", - Noisette shouted after him, after which she slammed the door with a loud bang, which even caused the plaster to fall down. After that, only her loud retreating footsteps were heard outside the door.
And that's exactly how Noise was kicked out of the house, because his beloved Noisette decided that he had been spending too much time at home and at work lately. Whatever. He still doesn't understand why she was so angry at him.
God, did this restless woman seriously decide to kick him out of the house because of some stupid ass fracas? Although he is not surprised at all, it's even in her style. He was lucky that he didn't get beaten up or something, considering how much he likes to get his ass kicked. It feels like not only he likes it, but also the people who beat him. Probably this is an indicator that he is loved!
"After all, they beat you - it means they love you!", - Noise thought to himself, pulling a satisfied smile to his ears on his face.
Whatever was happening to him, he liked to come up with some kind of thing that could cheer him up, even if it was some bullshit. Still, the positive should be looked for everywhere, even if it is not visible at first. Maybe that's why so many people didnt' like the local celebrity from the third floor of the tower for his excessive positivity and sometimes even insanity. But he didn't care, because there are more people who adore him for his madness. And the mascot likes these type of fans.
Although Noise was quite a bright and cheerful person, but still he liked to smoke no less than ordinary people. Smoking helped many people to pass the time, get rid of stress, and some people smoke just to seem cool, although it was stupid. But Noise was one of those people who enjoyed having a cigarette in their mouth. Every time he inhaled nicotine from his lungs, he felt a kind of pleasure passing through all his blood cells and body. And so he could smoke half a pack a day without even noticing it. To be honest, he tried to smoke as little as possible, but this is not because he understands that it harms his body, but because he will be too lazy to go once again to his favorite cigarette vending machine.
This time was no exception. Reaching into his pocket, Noise found an open pack of cigarettes and pulled it out with a jerk. He couldn't remember the last time he smoked his cigarettes or when he bought them, so finding out exactly what kind of cigarettes they were was another small reason for joy for him. They turned out to be quite cheap Chapman cherry-flavored cigarettes, and there were four of them in a pack. That surprised Noise a little, because he usually liked to smoke ordinary cigarettes, but maybe the day when he bought them was a nice day. Or maybe it's not even his cigarettes, and he stole them from someone. Noise himself sometimes did not really understand. It feels like he was a mystery to himself. And if he can't solve himself, then who will be able to do it?? Ah, yet how much Noise loved to think about all sorts of bullshit.
He had no desire to be near his own house, so he began to have thoughts of moving to a place where someone wouldn't care about him. And that's why Noise decided to go to the 4th floor, where no one gives a shit about you. It's not the first time he's looked in there, and he was waiting for something terrible to happen. And so Noise went to the elevator to the fourth floor with his perky gait.
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The 4th floor greeted him warmly with the smell of heavy alcohol and garbage, which no one had cleaned here for a hundred years. He liked this atmosphere more than the tense atmosphere at home with Noisette. Maybe it wasn't warm and cozy here, like at home, but at least no one would shout at you with stupid claims.
It was late in the evening. The dark blue sky was barely visible due to the accumulation of gray clouds that filled the entire sky. The lanterns illuminated small sections of the streets with their dim yellow light, but in some places they were still not lit.
There were surprisingly not so much people on the polluted streets, usually at such a late time gangs of all sorts of bandits or even worse liked to gather here. Although Noise loved new acquaintances, he avoided such people.
He didn't want to think much about where he would spend his future half hour in company with a pack of four cigarettes, so he headed for the nearest small alley. Graffiti was sloppily painted on the wall with a pink-purple spray, the paint had already slipped from some places.
Having joined the wall, Noise reached for a pack of cherry cigarettes for the second time. Taking one out, Mascot started the seeking of his lughter. It took an embarrassingly long time, but finally he found his wonderful favorite lighter with a picture of himself. Sometimes remembering that you are a famous person, it helps to raise your own ego well and the mascot knew that perfectly.
Noise put the tip of the cigarette to his lips and lit it with a sharp click of the lighter. A red-yellow light flashed on the filter and a chemical taste of cherries and tobacco was felt in the mouth. Mascot tasted it on his tongue. It was really good, but obviously not the best and not the most pleasant. But not bad for the first time. And finally, after a long time, he inhaled nicotine again and began to enjoy its pleasant feeling in his lungs and his body. Soon he exhaled a deep cigarette smoke, from which he almost immediately coughed. God, it's been so long since he smoked. But it's nice to feel something again that you haven't tried for so long. Sometimes it brings the same feelings as the first time. Although Noise did not remember his first cigarette, but whatever.
While preparing for the second puff, Mascot suddenly heard quick, loud footsteps approaching in his direction. It was similar to the footsteps he heard outside the door after Noisette kicked him out of the house, but they were clearer and the person who made them was clearly no worse annoyed than Noisette at that moment.
Noise himself does not know why, but for some reason he suddenly felt a little afraid and even felt a slight chill on his back. Although, why is he so scared, it's just the steps of a random person in, for sure he will pass by ...
Oh, no, it wasn't just a random person.
...
In the dim light from the lantern, he recognized the figure of a man whom he would definitely never confuse with anyone.
It was him. Italian man. His old rival, whom Mascot doesn't even consider to a rival anymore, by the way, because what the hell is he mad at to call him his rival. Peppino Spaghetti himself.
- "Haaiiii-i!! PeppinoOo!! Long time no see!!", - Noise shouted to him and waving his hands.
Of course, it was bad idea doing it, he knew about it, but he didn't care what would happen to him.
The Italian's eyes stared straight into the mascot's soul and now Noise was convinced of his guesses that this man was annoyed by something. And who else does he love to see in a rage, like Peppino himself!
Noise did not even have time to notice that the Italian was approaching him, as he already felt two hands sharply clutching at his throat. It feels like Peppino was taking out all his anger on the poor mascot right now, but not that the mascot himself was against it. Strong fingers completely encircled the neck of the mascot, so as he tried to loosen the death grip with his own hands it was useless. The grip became stronger and stronger, and he was getting less oxygen, but after a moment it loosened and the Noise was released from the punishment.
The silence of the streets was interrupted by the frantic cough of the dying mascot. Well, of course he wasn't dying, but it seemed to him that he could. He still felt the hot trace of strong palms and fingers on his neck. For some reason, Noise found it even somewhat sexy.
- "God's sake... Peppiii-i...You didn't even say hello to me! Are you that much not happy with me here?", - whined Noise
- "First of all, what the hell are you even doing here?", - the Italian asked menacingly
- "I can ask the same thing'', - the mascot mimicked him, looking at him with a wide smile on his face.
Peppino frowned at this.
- "It's none of your business.", - said the Italian
- "Aww-w, well, it's not fair. But you know, I'm kind today, so unlike you, I'll tell you why I'm here!"
At this, the Italian sighed and began to look somewhere to the side. It looked like he wasn't going to listen to the mascot, but he didn't care.
- "So, Noisette threw me a tantrum that I'm a lazy piece of shit and I don't do anything at home or at work. I began to explain to her, that it's not true, because it is, and for that she did you know what!? Kicked me the fuck out of the house. But I'm was not sad about that, that's why I went here, you know, to smoke... Hehe..", - giggled Noise.
He noticed that murderous Italian look on his face again.
- "Is there something you didn't like about my story?? Aw-w, come on, what is wrong with you today? Did something happend to ya'?", - Noise asked
Peppino didn't know if he was really that worried about him, or if he was just teasing him again.
His hands grabbed the mascot again, but this time by the cheeks and at the same time painfully squeezing them together. Noise's eyes stared at the Italian in confusion.
- "You fucking gremlin, you better know how much i hate you", - Peppino said through gritted teeth.
- "Bwut fwa wfat!!?,"- Noise asked him through pinched cheeks.
- "I hate people who smoke. The most terrible thing that could happen this evening is to see you,"- with these words, the Italian let go of his face, and then punched him hard right into it.
But he just had to pour out all his rage on someone. The Italian knew that Mascot wouldn't mind.
Noise squealed from this and crouched against the wall, holding his sore cheek. Now his mouth tasted not of cheap tobacco, but of blood. At this moment, he probably looked so pitiful, and especially pitiful and shameful was the reason why he is in such a state now. But it was never a shame to receive blows in the face from such a wonderful man as Peppino.
The Italian noticed an unfinished cigarette near his feet and stepped on it with all his might, smearing it on the ground. He turned around and was about to leave. Noise didn't want to miss such a chance.
-"Ww-wait, don't go, Peppi! Please, i have one question!", - the mascot shouted to him.
The Italian didn't want to do it, but he stopped anyway. He does it only because he feels a little guilty for Noise.
-"You're beating me because you love me, aren't you?", - Mascot asked him.
It was a question Peppino clearly didn't expect to hear.
Didn't Noise gets beaten like from everyone in this damn tower? He asked this question to everyone or... Only to Peppino? And why is the mascot behaving so strangely just when he talks to him?
Because of his thoughts, the Italian did not notice that he did not answer the question.
-"So you do love me!!", - joyfully squeaked Noise
- "Damn it, no!!", - the Italian shouted with embaressment.
- "You love me, you love me, you love me, you love me!!!"
It's not that Peppino himself hated Noise, just in case he, besides a Pizza Face, didn't hate anyone. Noise seemed to him... just too silly.
Peppino doesn't know how old he is, but he acts like a very naughty child. But... This has its own charm... This childish stupidity was even... A little cute? Damn, it seems he needs to stop thinking.
Peppino could not answer.