in which you move into the days city, and catch the eyes of several of the operatives. some brash, some suave, but one captures your heart like no other in a way you hadn't expected
rework of my macabre oneshot from day after day w an overall playli...
a/n: do you guys remember my cat that I screamed about in my old book? here's him now and that godforsaken book is OLDER than him. he'll be five in april
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he became an unwilling father of three and here they are (note they are not actually his kids he's got no balls plus that would be some strong genetics from the mom bc they look nothing alike)
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anyways thanks for listening to my talk about my cats they're my babies
After your meeting with Scary, if you could call it that, you promptly went home. The first thing you did was set the bag with the bowl in it on the counter, and the second thing you did was tuck yourself into bed for a well needed nap.
Accidentally extending your nap until a few hours before dinner wasn't something you intended to do, but it wasn't unwelcome. You'd just need to find a way to either burn your newfound energy. Once you informed Benevolent of your dilemma, whilst conveniently leaving out the reason for your rest, she suggested you get some exercise.
"Do you really think that'll do the trick?" Working out didn't sound like fun, but neither did staying up until two in the morning.
"If you're interested, I could drop you off at the operative's gym while I attend to some business at the hospital." Benevolent offered, beginning the dinner prep.
