Nov 4, 2018
smellslikejustice: Puppo D. Galahad
“Wrong! Not even the right letter for the middle name! Skyler starts with a-”
“....”
“...”
“FUCK”
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smellslikejustice: Puppo D. Galahad
“Wrong! Not even the right letter for the middle name! Skyler starts with a-”
“....”
“...”
“FUCK”
Currently Doggo is eating some fast food burgers for lunch.
For some reasons he keeps having to stifle a laugh and muttering something about ‘borglars’ and ‘six guys’.
“Why the fuck is everyone cursing today? Calm the hell on down there, dammit!”
A time later, Doggo finishes eating, taking no time in grabbing a few things, saying some very brief good-byes to his dad, and heading out the front door.
The sunshine greets him warmly, fresh air blowing by and the trees around rustling their leaves. He takes a deep breath, enjoying it all for a moment, before going on his way.
Nice as this place is, one day he’ll get out of this dead end town, he knows it.
Just gotta keep moving.
There’s loud snoring from a bed
It’s an absolute mess, just a pile of clothes and blankets on the mattress, the cover sheet is near clear off the bed. The rest of the room has other piles of stuff, and the walls have music-related paraphernalia hung up, mainly metal and punk rock.
And the occupant sleeps soundly if loudly, tongue out of his mouth and drool running down a cheek.
Its a few moments more before a loud knocking at his door rouses him, a voice calling through.
“Hey! Son, breakfast’s been ready for near an hour now! Get up and come eat or i’m throwing it away!”
The bed occupant groans, rolling to get up as all the clothes and blankets tumble to the ground. He rubs his eyes, sitting on the edge of the bed for a few moments as he tries to wake properly.
“...Fhhheh...Goddammit, i’m coming, i’m coming...”
Time to rise and shine, Doggo.
It’s a New Day.
Halloween Hangout Time or whatever
* Oh yeah! For anyone wanting to stick around, i’ll be playing stuff on my tv, whatever I feel like putting on. Could be a movie! Could be a tv show! Could be two doofuses playing some game!
* Who knows! But it will be somewhere in the spook zone.
>> https://www.rabb.it/AskDoggoThings <<
* Come ‘round. I got drinks, snacks, and other crap.
* Tomorrow is a special day!!!