Y/N: "Yawn... Man, I'm too tired for this... I wish I could've just stayed in my bed much longer."
He says as he stretches his back, making his back make a popping sound.
Y/N: "AGH F**K...! My back...!"
???: "You okay there, Y/N?"
Y/N: "Yeah... I'm fine... I just stubbed my toe."
Looking at the person that they were talking to, they wear a long sleeve black, white shirt, have earrings that would make them look like diva if not for the concerning habit of hers, making parties at the spur of the moment.
With their coffee brand patch on the left side of their shirt. Jeans, that would make you think that it was expensive.
The face that simply points at her beauty that shines as if carved from a delicate hands from a master. Eyelashes that simply add on to the touch.
Lips that glisten from the moment it touches the sun. Black eyes that you would overly look at as many times as you want.
Her figure for as many would love to have as if she was made to be loved and delicatessen to be the perfection of tapestry... if only her personality wasn't so shitty...
(Julie Powers)
Julie: "Is that so... Then- GET BACK TO WORK! You've been staring into space for 5 minutes straight! Get back to work- OR YOUR FIRED!"
Y/N: "Y-Yes ma'am..."
Julie: "Good." Slaps your ass
Y/N: "...The f**k... Sigh... What can I get for you today?"
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Combined with the mess from Wallace's gaslighting words and the tiring work today as Karens shout in his ears and complaining about something that isn't even in discussion on what they were talking about, he simply clocks out and decides to head straight home immediately.
???: "Heading home already? Thought we could chat a bit."
Turning his head back to look at his co-worker who wears a cool looking leather jacket that reaches up to her abdomen while wearing a somewhat gray-ish shirt inside that simply compliments her jeans as it synergizes itself with the current color scheme.
While not as beautiful as Julie Powers, she certainly has a unique trait that makes her look like the perfect wife to have in the future.
Eyes that look innocent but also hold mischievous intent.
Appearance wise? Check. Figure? Check. Breedable? Check.
10/10 would smash-
???: "Are you thinking of something rude right now? I feel like I wanna punch you so badly right now."
(Stacey Pilgrim)
Y/N: Quick! Think of something random! "I wanna touch you." Not that random!
Stacey: "What the f**k are you on right now?"
Y/N: "I don't know- Anyways! Changing the subject! So what were you going to say?"
Stacey: "Stares at him sternly before relenting... I was wondering if I could invite you to my place for dinner?"
Y/N: "Eh... I don't know. I'm kinda out of energy to walk to your house right now."
Stacey: "And leave you straight up hungry? Not a fat chance and besides... I promised my sister to invite to dinner."
Y/N: "Sophie? Sigh..."
Stacey: "And she promised me something that I could never refuse."
Y/N: "And what's that?"
Stacey: "As if I'd tell you. Now... Are you coming or not?"
Y/N: "Inside or Outside?"
Stacey: "Kill yourself-"
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Upon reaching to Stacey and Sophie's humble abode, you immediately examine it.
Not that it wasn't bad to look at but rather it was simply too good to even look at it in your opinion.
The house itself, while not the greatest, has this feeling of welcoming a stranger as if anything that happened didn't matter at all.
At least, that was what he was thinking while examining their abode.
Stacey: "You coming?"
Y/N: "Inside or Outsid-"
Stacey: "If you finish that sentence, I will lock this door and make you stay out in the cold, do I make myself clear, mister?"
Y/N: "C-Crystal."
Stacey: "Good. Now come in! Sophie should be finishing making dinner."
Walking inside, their furniture looks incredible casual and authentic yet there's something amazing on how it present itself. Truly, there's something about this place that gives the feeling of a safe place.
Seeing the table with steaming and ready-to-go food, they do look appetizing and made you drool from how it smells and appearance wise, delectable.
Fried Chicken with a gravy dipping sauce in the middle of 6 pieces of chicken circling around it.
Warm Chicken Broth Soup that would make someone jealous on how it was made and how it emphasizes on its aroma. One sip of it could make you go to heaven. Probably.
And most of all, the one dish that somehow captivated you, chicken curry.
The name itself reminds you of the days where your mother would cook it after a hard day's work of school. Then father would arrive a minute later while giving your mother a hello kiss to the cheek.
And as you three gather around the table, the atmosphere would instantly go crazy with happiness and joy.
All the worries? Gone. Problems? Non-existent at the moment.
Simply enjoying the moment as the 3 of you enjoy today's food.
Sophie: "Today's theme for today's dinner is chicken! I hope you're not allergic to it."
Y/N: "I'm not allergic."
Stacey: "Good because I'm starving."
Sophie: "Let's eat then!"
And so the day ends with 3 of you enjoying today's meal.
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Saying goodbye to them as he waves, he walks leisurely to his home.
Walking for about 30 minutes, sightseeing and wondering about life, while occasionally moving small rocks with his foot as he dilly dally.
Reaching his house, he grabs his house key and turns off for tonight.
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(Subspace Highway)
Currently, you're minding your own business and chilling while eating some nachos.
Sitting on a comfortable couch, the comfortable soft stuffing inside that it provides with the warmest feeling you could ever imagine. It could even be counted as a bed that will let you sleep like a baby, making you pass out for about 0.5 seconds
The popping sensation was opening a can of soda and drinking the fizzling liquid as it goes down to your stomach.
The television that makes you watch whatever you wanted. Cartoons that lived through your childhood. TV Shows/Series that intrigues the mind of curiosity. Entertainment, that lasts for as long as you'd like.
Truly, nothing can't beat this.
???: "Woah, what is this place?"
Hearing an unknown stranger's voice, you simply take a glance at them.
What they're wearing supposedly seems to be their work attire. Though you don't really mind whatever other people wear, she seems to be on the side where everything she wears is something casual and what makes her feel comfortable.
She's a word that you can't describe and very much so with the goggles on her head. She seemed the kind of person who you could hang out with as a friend.
They're something different about her but it's not something you've haven't seen or experienced yet.
Each and every person are unique.
Though, this person seems to attract others. Like a moth to flame. Letting them closer until the moths finally got their wings be burned and fall to the ground as they struggle to pick themselves up.
At least, that's what you're mind is telling you.
(Ramona Flowers)
Noticing you, she waves and greets herself to you.
Ramona: "Hello, I didn't know that there were other people who could Subspace like this. Are you the one who made this place?"
Y/N: "I did. All by myself."
Ramona: "Whistle... It looks pretty cool and I fancy the vibe here."
Y/N: "Thanks. Anyways, what's a stranger like you doing around here? You new or something? And not even a greeting? Tsk tsk tsk, what bad manners you have. Smirk."
Ramona: "...I think we're gonna get along just well. I'm Ramona. Ramona Flowers. Opens her hand for a handshake."
Y/N: "Shakes her hand... Y/N. Y/N L/N."
To be continued...