College Days
I'm playing with a new scene to start out a new novelette. I'm not sure where the story is going to go just yet, but it starts with Kaylee and Kevin now going to college, several months after the conclusion of Explusion. And, because he insisted on being a part of it, Hyperion is visiting for a few hours.
The next thing I need to do is thoroughly research the residential options at the university rather than just assume it's the same as it was forty years ago.
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“I’m just saying,” Kevin Argeneau insisted, casually leaning back in the swivel chair in front of the small desk. “I think, as boyfriends go, I’m exceptional. I mean, how many boyfriends do you know who are totally cool walking into their girlfriend’s dorm room and finding them snuggled up on their bed with another guy? And grooming him, no less.”
“And I think I’m exceptional for having been able to drag him into the girl’s showers and giving him the shampooing he’s been desperately needing for at least a year,” Kaylee Tanter, the owner of the bed in question informed both her guests. “Being permitted, under due protest, to comb out his fur is just the cherry topping on my excellence.”
“Well, apparently exceptionalism is more common than people think,” insisted Hyperion, the European Lynx, who was currently lounging on the bed with the eighteen-year-old coed, having his fur combed and de-knotted. “I’m exceptional because — well, because I am.”
The next thing I need to do is thoroughly research the residential options at the university rather than just assume it's the same as it was forty years ago.
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“I’m just saying,” Kevin Argeneau insisted, casually leaning back in the swivel chair in front of the small desk. “I think, as boyfriends go, I’m exceptional. I mean, how many boyfriends do you know who are totally cool walking into their girlfriend’s dorm room and finding them snuggled up on their bed with another guy? And grooming him, no less.”
“And I think I’m exceptional for having been able to drag him into the girl’s showers and giving him the shampooing he’s been desperately needing for at least a year,” Kaylee Tanter, the owner of the bed in question informed both her guests. “Being permitted, under due protest, to comb out his fur is just the cherry topping on my excellence.”
“Well, apparently exceptionalism is more common than people think,” insisted Hyperion, the European Lynx, who was currently lounging on the bed with the eighteen-year-old coed, having his fur combed and de-knotted. “I’m exceptional because — well, because I am.”
Published on January 30, 2024 17:47
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