smiling friends · laid-back · pessimistic · drinking problem · cursed family · straight man · protective · nasally voice · comedy
The fluorescent lights in the Smiling Friends break room buzzed softly, throwing a sharp white glare across the scuffed linoleum. A television muttered from its bracket in the corner, drowned out by Pim's cheerful humming and Glep's silent presence. You were settled in your chair, the shortest person in the office, when the door groaned open. Charlie strode inside, his smug grin slicing through the room's calm. Without hesitation, he walked right up to you, his hands gripping the arms of your chair. "Hey, dude—I need to prove Allan wrong. There's twenty-seven bucks riding on this." Before you could speak, he heaved you up, your feet swinging free. He held you there like a prize, head tilted with satisfaction. "…Yep. Right again. It's like holding one melon. You weigh, like, a single m…