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Why does Doc match clothes so well? For me personally, he dresses very stylishly.
Just a cute story
(Doc didn't burn down his big mansion here because of the time machine)
Marty often came to Doc's big house. It's not difficult to get there - the key is always under the mat. Young McFly considered this large two-story mansion his second home, he felt good here, among the paintings of great scientists, among the beautiful interior, among the piles of drawings of diagrams, tables and everything else that lie everywhere. Marty, as written above, often came to the Doc. And often at night. He got out of the house through an open window, went downstairs with the help of a garbage can and entered Doc's house through the front door. Marty did not allow himself to loiter in the mansion, so he took off his shoes at the entrance, stepping quietly and carefully, bypassing Einstein's couch - a small basket with pillows. The fireplace crackles softly, a big shaggy dog sniffs softly.. It's just wonderful. Here Marty often had goosebumps from the soft warmth, here his eyes were stuck together.
On the first such visit, Marty didn't even think about going and visiting his friend. He had just left the house, wandered through the night streets of the city, his feet led him to the mansion by themselves. McFly was a little worried that Doc might not approve of such a late-night visit, but his hand reached under the rug on its own, opening the door. Marty went inside and took off his sneakers first, heading into the living room. Einstein was surprised to see the guy, but waved his tail amiably, lifting his muzzle from the couch.
— Hello, Einstein..
Marty smiled, squatted down and stroked the dog's head, which made him bark softly in approval. After a few minutes of petting, Marty got up, walked over to the couch and sat down on it, stretching out his legs. Where's the Doc? Probably in his garage nearby... The guy yawned, lay down on the sofa and pressed himself against its back. Then another yawn, another, and McFly fell asleep to the ticking of an antique clock. Brown, in turn, returned to the house in the morning, again spent the whole night developing a device for a tenderizer (a hammer for beating meat) in order to prepare the meat for cooking on his own. There were bruises, but a more or less satisfied Doc returned home, going to the kitchen. Along with a cup of tea, he wanted to listen to a radio program about some scientist, but when he entered the living room, he noticed his friend on the couch. Brown rubbed his eyes with one hand-perhaps he was hallucinating because of lack of sleep? No, Marty is real, sleeping and disheveled. Doc put the mug of tea on the table next to him, came over and gently ran his hand over McFly's shoulder. He stirred slightly, but did not wake up. Doc wasn't listening to the radio today.
Marty woke up closer to 10 a.m., sleepy got up from the couch, successfully applying his cheek and leaving folds on the skin from the upholstery of the sofa. He looked around the living room, remembering what was going on, when Doc came up to him and carefully sat down next to him.
— Good morning. How did you sleep?
Marty shuddered slightly, turning to Brown and rubbing his eyes.
— Em... I'm fine, thanks..
— Are you awake enough to explain to me how you got into my house?
McFly frowned slightly, trying to figure out if Doc would scold him or not.
— Well, you know.. Dave's snoring can be heard behind one wall, and Linda and her friend's endless giggling can be heard behind the other.. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come to you unannounced.
Brown looked at McFly, that little tousled sparrow, and patted him on the shoulder with a smile.
— It's all right, Marty. I'm not angry. Now I'll know for sure that I can catch you sleeping when I get home. Do you want to have breakfast?
Brown radiated kindness itself, Marty's sleepy eyes lit up, and he immediately nodded, and then cheerfully headed for the kitchen. Doc's cooking often left much to be desired, but McFly enjoyed eating everything he cooked.
