It was an unfamiliar feeling. As a younger man he had adored his 1990 Harley Davidson FLF Fatboy to the point of obsession. But this was different. This was...erotically charged.
What had started out as an attempt to improve his workout with quantifiable data had grown into a most unexpected affair. He couldn't stop thinking about her. Her sleek elegance. Her classic style. Her slender hands that moved with such authority. And he never tired of her playful rebuke "ain't nobody got time for that" whenever he did something annoying (and since we're talking about Trollando here that was fairly often). He knew he was complicit in objectifying her, although she was quite literally an object.
So began the Adventures of Trollando and Elgie G Watch-Ahr. She was part Korean, part Ivorian and always stood out in a crowd (and she may have stolen Viola Davis' wig from How To Get Away With Murder but that's another story entirely)
Was it actually possible to have romantic feelings for an inanimate object? He was about to find out.
Your mission, should you choose to accept it:
Show us your fic, your art, your creative muse yearning to breathe free that chronicles this forbidden love. Use any images of Orlando or the LG G Watch R you can find online as reference. Bonus points for folks who reference the specific features of the watch in their fic or art.
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