Frozen with fear, without a clue how he even could escape, you can only stare at Brad as he lifts Corey from his brother's stuff. He stares at Corey with wonder, before shoving him in the pocket of his sweatpants as he hears someone approaching. "Thanks again for letting me borrow a bag, Brad." "Oh, yeah, no problem!" Brad responded, his voice reverberating around you.
Corey struggled inside Brad's pocket, trying to climb out. He suddenly feels immobilized as a large, warm hand slides inside the pocket with him and presses him against Brad's thigh. "Sorry by the way, I just remembered I have a ton of homework for Mr. Hutch." Randy groaned out. "I'll have to come back later or something, man."
Brad brushed his thumb over the tiny form in his pocket, and nodded. "Yeah, I guess I'll see you tomorrow, I have plans tonight." Within ten minutes, Randy was gone and Brad rushed up to his room. He locked the door behind him and Corey could feel him crouching and moving around a bit before finally the hand returned, pulling him out of Brad's pocket. He felt carpet beneath him and immediately scrambled to his feet, looking around for an escape. Unfortunately, a five foot circle of whatever objects Brad could've found enclosed him with Brad towering above him. Brad crouched dowb, staring at his tiny, trembling form.
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