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Anonymous Thu 05 Sep 2024 06:27:27 No.68883414 Report

>>68882789
Anon meets her family properly. Add Mia to your taste.

Anonymous Thu 05 Sep 2024 07:06:39 No.68883942 Report

>>68883414

>School life becomes quite turbulent with huge peaks and troughs. On one hand I have to get glared at in several periods by Fang and the bandies, on the other I get to relax and let the wall down with Naomi. Hell even Naser's approached me again, insistent that I'm stepping on a landmine. Upsets my stomach so much to see how hated the girl is now. How she's still forced to wear the mask to protect herself from this. Even if it is her fault she doesn't deserve this. It harrows me to see how much her situation reminds me of how I was back in Rock Bottom. It pulls me along to know I can spare her from the pain and isolation I felt. At least a little.
>Speaking of I'm invited over for another go at some video games, this time another chair enters the mix. I've been promised. I chuckle a bit at how much weight she put behind that.
>I heartily accept, ready and willing to spend any time I can get with her. A problem, however. Parents are home this time. I'm not expected to have to have dinner, to fully meet them but it's still a worry. Some strange human trotting into their house and all.
>All these worries and thoughts strike me as I'm walking to the place, Saturday having reared it's head in a flash. I've done my utmost to look presentable. As presentable as a lanky dork with one outfit can at least. I hope her parents are acceptant, at least.
>I text Naomi I'm there and start to worry about hitting the doorbell. Before I can the door is ripped open, Naomi standing in front of me beaming. She about drags me in and on the way I spy her parents in the living room to the side, both pointing their heads over to me.
>Mother is the woman I'd met before, smiling at me if a bit squinting. Her father's a parasaur as well, matching her color one to one with slicked back hair, looking at me unimpressed. Oh boy.
cont.

Anonymous Thu 05 Sep 2024 07:17:03 No.68884037 Report

Quoted By: >>68884154

>>68883942
>Before I can fully meet them I'm drug upstairs and into her room. Seemingly not caring one bit to have her parents pour over me. I try to worry but she's so excited I can't hold it and just let her pull me along.
>Sure enough, chair. She proudly showcases it. It's nothing compared to what she's started to do with the rest of the room. It's messier, a whole lot messier. A few boxes drug back up in here and started to be unpacked. There's another desk, now. Wood and ancient coated in small gray figurines. I glance to see what seems to be paints along with it.
>I glance back to see her start to clam, to hold it in before taking a breath. She lets out a sigh and smiles, motioning for me to come see what she's got in here now.
>"I'd always liked doing stuff with my hands and found these recently. You paint these, look." She holds up a small model of a saurian, nicely detailed but with no color. She sets the thing down and motions to one, with color.
>It's not perfect but it's clear effort went into it. Smudges here and there but the thing is maybe two-and-a-half inches tall and must've been a nightmare to work with. I watch her sit it back down.
>She looks at me expectantly and I give her my thoughts. "That's pretty cool. You should send me pictures when they're done."
>I'm hugged, a deep sigh flowing from her. Comfort. I almost laugh at how much that simple sentence relaxed her. I get it wholeheartedly.
>She moves back to the PC and slides in, second chair positioned right next to it. To my surprise there's not only one controller, but two.
>Xrox ones at that. I sit next to her and pick one up, inspecting. Her voice in my right ear.
>"I uh, spent some time looking up things we could play together. If that's okay?" I could cry. I grip the controller a bit harder than I probably should and let her slide in next to me.
>I go ahead and point her at some nice little co-op games we can play, no real skill required. Teamwork games, puzzle games, the ilk.
cont.

Anonymous Thu 05 Sep 2024 07:27:34 No.68884154 Report

Quoted By: >>68884253

>>68884037
>68884037
>Might as well be heroin. In a flash we've spent several hours just having a great time and being relaxed. It's addicting beyond belief and I already need more. I quickly set her up with some things we can play online together.
>Turns out she's a REAL fast learner. I'd worried she'd struggle with adapting to controllers or otherwise but that was completely unfounded. In fact I'm afraid that she'll be outpacing me in a few more sessions. I glance over to see her attention held completely, a look of enjoyment and engagement in her. I swell in pride.
>Unfortunately our time comes to a close as we finish up a round of a party game we're emulating. Think I could do this for the rest of my life and die happy. I lean back and she slowly puts the controller down.
>Her voice is pleased and excited. "That was so much fun. No wonder so many people like this. You have fun?" She eyes me expectantly.
>I smile and fully agree. "Sure did. A ton." She smiles deeply as I speak. The connection feels wonderful. Her next words put a pin in my heart.
>"Next time I could come over to your place." Right. I clam a bit. Haven't told her yet. I prepare a half-truth to give her. I can at least give her a reason to not want to come over.
>"Uh, maybe not. I live in...Skin Row." She puts a hand over her snout and looks at me, worried. I shake my head to dispel it.
>"I'm fine it's just maybe a bit dangerous." She nods and strokes my arm. Feels wrong but I'm not ready to let her know yet just how alone I am. Don't want to weigh her down with my problems.
>The mood quickly returns to jovial as she shows me some of the other things around her room she's decided to keep up with again.
>There's some broken electronics on a shelf, clear plastic box filled. Spare parts she says. A couple of books now strewn across the place, some open some closed. Nothing I recognize. Still barren walls but the room is much less devoid of life. No longer sterile.
cont.

Anonymous Thu 05 Sep 2024 07:36:24 No.68884253 Report

Quoted By: >>68884352

>>68884154
>Finally time for me to head out. Starting to dig into the afternoon hours and I'm sure her parents are tired of me milling about the place. She starts to try to offer me lunch with the family but I decline. A quick hug as I make for the stairs, her accompanying.
>A throat is cleared behind us as I get just a few steps away from the front door. I glance back to see her father waiting a bit impatiently in the kitchen, motioning for us to come over.
>I glance to Naomi who shares one back, the smallest hint of worry. I swallow and move over. In an instant he waves Naomi off, speaking.
>"Lemme speak to Anon a bit, sweetie. Promise I'll be nice." His voice smooth and well-used.
>She hesitates before slowly returning upstairs, giving me a nod as she does. I turn to the man, button up and khakis.
>"You two dating?" He doesn't beat around the bush, pointing at a chair as he asks. I sit, not wanting to be rude and answer.
>"Yeah. We are." Feels right to say that.
>He nods slowly, he speaks and during his sentence Naomi's mother joins us, leaning on the counter across from me. A blouse and skirt on her.
>"Now I know that she was dating this Naser kid a bit ago. She hasn't told us anything so if you'd be so kind." He gestures at me. Oh. I hate to have to do this but I guess it's on me, now.
>I give a shorthand version to the best of my ability.
>"She and Naser had a falling out over future planning stuff. I got to know her afterwards and we hit it off." I pray that's enough. Naomi's dad holds in thought but her mom smiles wide as she speaks.
>"So you're the reason she got all her stuff out of the garage, then. Ain't that sweet, Tony." Guess that's his name. He sighs and massages his eyebrow.
cont.

Anonymous Thu 05 Sep 2024 07:46:17 No.68884352 Report

Quoted By: >>68884367

>>68884253
>His voice stern and fatherly."I need you to promise me you'll be good to her. I'm sure I don't need to tell you what happens if you break that promise." I feel sweat drip down my back. I nod and do as instructed.
>"Yes sir." He's given a slap on the shoulder.
>Naomi's mom speaks, chiding him. "Tony lay off the boy. Anon, right?" She turns to smile at me as Tony leans back sighing. "Cassandra." She offers a handshake.
>"Tony." Grumbles Naomi's father.
>Cassandra pushes on. "It's good to see her so lively again. Was worried there for a bit but she bounced back wonderfully, right Tony?"
>He can't brush that one off. He lightens up slightly. "That she has." He softens his gaze slightly and speaks at me again, this time much less serious.
>"As long as she's happy, we're happy. Good to meet you, Anon." He offers his hand now as well. Another shake and I feel a sense of ease. Reasonable people if not a bit worried about their daughter. Cassandra chimes in now.
>"Feel free to swing by any time. It was good to talk to you." I nod as they seem to be letting me go.
>Standing I walk outside, another updraft keeping my heart afloat. As I close the front door my phone rings, Naomi texting to make sure they didn't cause me problems. I smile at her fretting and text back letting her know that they were nice to talk to, just trying to make sure I'm on the same level.
>Bubbling inside I start home. A sort of yearning still inside me. I wonder if what my parents would think of her. If they were here. I stare at their contacts in my phone a while. Maybe eventually.

Fin, back for morning requests in a bit, was fun /snoot/. Reminder I'm swapping to mornings for about a week before going back to normal afternoon times.