What are you doing in there, waxing your mustache? Iggy yelled, pounding on the bathroom door.I yanked the door open and pushed him backward hard, making him stagger. I don't have a mustache, you idiot! Iggy giggled and put his arms up to protect himself in case I punched him. And you know what? I added. You don't have one either. Well, maybe in a couple years. You can always hope.I left him in the hallway, anxiously fingering his upper lip.
Iggy was teasing someone about waxing a mustache, but the person inside the bathroom denied having one, causing a bit of a disagreement. The person then pushed Iggy out of the way when he tried to enter, asserting that they do not have a mustache and suggesting Iggy might have one in the future. Iggy responded with a giggle and humor, implying that both of them can hope for something that’s...
