I wonder what it's like
Conor, weary of the day's work wanders into the home, clicking on his computer and it whirs to life, walking half-heartedly to his kitchen and making himself a cup of bitter, unsweetened black coffee as he trudges back to the now lit screen. Sitting down and making himself comfortable he sits and reads through what is hundreds of messages from Jennifer, the lovable Neko in his world.
However what he reads soon makes him sigh lightly and utter the words "I wonder what that's like." sipping his coffee and continuing to read, envious of the words his retina's display for his brain. He soon finds himself drifting off into his own thoughts, ceaseing to read the messages.
"So where do you want to go after the movie?" Conor is asked by a young woman in the seat next to him in his old beat up car, it is the only one he can afford at the time. The girl having black hair and a sweet smile as soft ballads play from the radio, her clothes a pair of blue denim jeans and a t-shirt with her favourite band on it, with sneaker shoes.
"Oh, I don't know... Maybe to Spur for dinner? My treat." He responds with a smile flashed at her to which he's greeted with an excited clapping. "I haven't eaten at a spur for ages, it'll be nice to see if it's as good as I remember it," the girl retorts.
Moments later he finds himself at the shooting range, giving instruction to a class of individuals and his old beat up car replaced with a 4x4 truck with an open back. A woman with black hair wearing some camo pants and a range officers shirt walks up to him and gives him a big hug, holding him tightly for a moment.
"Are you almost done? We need to get going soon"
"Almost sweetheart, only 1 or 2 more to go. this shouldn't take long" Conor responds and gives her a pat on the head and peck on the lips.
"Well, alright, if we're late to my parents I'm blaming you" She retorts coyly and saunters off to another large 4x4 truck painted in a cherry red colour.
A moment passes as he watches her walk off before abruptly being slobbered in the face by a little brown daschund doggy, who looks at him with complete adoration standing longly stretched from his back paws on Conor's bed, to his front paws on Conor's legs, licking his face excitedly.
"Come on! stop it. Down boy, down." Conor commands and the little doggy obeys. He sighs lightly and pets the doggy, coming back to reality and he finally messages Jennifer back.
"TL:DR, what did you have for dinner?"
However what he reads soon makes him sigh lightly and utter the words "I wonder what that's like." sipping his coffee and continuing to read, envious of the words his retina's display for his brain. He soon finds himself drifting off into his own thoughts, ceaseing to read the messages.
"So where do you want to go after the movie?" Conor is asked by a young woman in the seat next to him in his old beat up car, it is the only one he can afford at the time. The girl having black hair and a sweet smile as soft ballads play from the radio, her clothes a pair of blue denim jeans and a t-shirt with her favourite band on it, with sneaker shoes.
"Oh, I don't know... Maybe to Spur for dinner? My treat." He responds with a smile flashed at her to which he's greeted with an excited clapping. "I haven't eaten at a spur for ages, it'll be nice to see if it's as good as I remember it," the girl retorts.
Moments later he finds himself at the shooting range, giving instruction to a class of individuals and his old beat up car replaced with a 4x4 truck with an open back. A woman with black hair wearing some camo pants and a range officers shirt walks up to him and gives him a big hug, holding him tightly for a moment.
"Are you almost done? We need to get going soon"
"Almost sweetheart, only 1 or 2 more to go. this shouldn't take long" Conor responds and gives her a pat on the head and peck on the lips.
"Well, alright, if we're late to my parents I'm blaming you" She retorts coyly and saunters off to another large 4x4 truck painted in a cherry red colour.
A moment passes as he watches her walk off before abruptly being slobbered in the face by a little brown daschund doggy, who looks at him with complete adoration standing longly stretched from his back paws on Conor's bed, to his front paws on Conor's legs, licking his face excitedly.
"Come on! stop it. Down boy, down." Conor commands and the little doggy obeys. He sighs lightly and pets the doggy, coming back to reality and he finally messages Jennifer back.
"TL:DR, what did you have for dinner?"
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