Toy store detour

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He gave me a few slice of life G/t scenarios to choose from while involving these three characters, and I chose "Shopping, with chance of an ornery trip to the doll department for clothes."

Tyre, the big blonde belongs to
Dean, the man flipping off the blonde, belongs to
Nero, the He-Man wannabe belongs to

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And Osric wrote this funny snippet to go with it:

Glaring at those beady eyes wasn't doing him any good.
Sure, deep down he actually hoped that he'd see that obnoxious face starting to melt some under his stare, or maybe downright explode... but he didn't even get as much of a blink.
Which was normal when glaring at a doll, maybe, but still not what Dean wanted to see right now.
“Oi, come on now, lad... what's wrong? Told ye we'd find something yer size, no?”
“One: It's not even my size.” Dean hissed – a statement that did somewhat hurt his pride, since pointing out that dolls were actually bigger than he was what not exactly a positive thing – as he turned around to face the towering blond behind him “Two: You do realize that I KNOW that you can do them resizing spells and looking for stuff my size is not an issue, right?”
“Yer point?” Tyre asked flatly, smirking down at the human standing on a lower shelf.
The moment of angry silence that followed was broken by a booming shout of “By the power of Grayskull!” coming from the upper shelf which distracted Dean long enough to let him forget all his seething retort.
That sword was epic... okay, totally fake, but it was going to be perfect... he just needed to convince Dean into playing Skeletor, and practice on growing back to full size in sync with the quote... He-Ner... yeah, he liked the sound of that.
“What the fuck are you doing up there?” Dean snarled, rolling his eyes at the very insistent hunch that told him exactly what was happening.
“Practicing for epicness.” Ner replied cheerfully “What about you, bro? Are you done with grumbling and actually looking at stuff?”
“If glaring and hoping for spontaneous combustion counts, then...” Dean sighed, but his reply was cut short when he noticed that Tyre was no longer in sight... and that surely meant bad news.
“Oi, Deeeeeaaaaaaanyyyyy...” the Ogre called, way too happily “Look what I found!”
Hearing Nero starting to cackle just as the thundering steps of the huge giant started to return closer was another ill omen.
“Yes... just... yes. So perfect, Tyre.” Nero said through his laughter “Surely matches the hair.”
“What the-” Dean growled, poking his head out of the shelf to see... “No. Fucking. Way. Put those back THIS INSTANT!”
“Ye dun like 'em? Strange... seemed perfect fer our fussy princess.” Tyre said innocently, frowning as he looked at the box of princess doll dresses in his hands “Is it the color? There was a more glarin' pink shade o'pink out there, I'm sure...”
“I'll kill you for this, Ogre.” Dean hissed, his anger rising straight into wrath level.
“Oi, look here, it also includes a tiara an'...” Tyre rolled his eyes at Dean's threat “Word t'th'wary, lad... either ye go along with this or we're goin' t'get ye a whole different kind o'dressin'...”
Dean didn't notice the glint in Tyre's eyes right away and just snapped “Everything is better than that!”
At that point Tyre and Nero just exchanged an eloquent glance... “Is that so? What d'ye say, Ner?”
“Sweet mustard to go with a spicy princess.” Nero said as he nodded slowly.
“No, wait... dammit all!” Dean yelled.
“No? Oh, right... then let's do it like this: both th'dress an'th'dressin'!” Tyre chuckled, slowly licking his lips while he said that.
“I hate you both!” Dean shouted “I'm so going to kill you! And then I'll laugh! For a week straight!”
But much of his raging was drowned by Nero and Tyre's laughter.