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/me waves good night to the channel!
Hyperion: Night Grey
LindaCow: BCNU grey fox!
Parrot waves back and decides it might be prudent to get some sleep himself.
You have disconnected.
Gregory reluctantly turned off Irc. He went through the computer, deleting his Irc client and using a program off the net to delete any record of its use from the computer.
He stripped down, remembering that this person had slept nude last night and took one more look around the room. It still looked the same as it had when he woke up this morning, of course it helped that he hadn't really touched anything besides the computer the whole day.
It was a Sunday. Although he could never be sure if he was supposed to work weekends more often than not he didn't. If he did he usually just let the phone ring so he didn't have to try and explain anything.
Today had been nice. No phone calls, no nosey neighbors, no family, no girlfriend or boy friend. Just an empty house and a computer with a decent internet connection, just the way he liked it. But now it was time to sleep.
Hopefully tomorrow would bring more of the same...
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Gregory rolled over onto her stomach when she felt someones leg poking her in the back. Or at least she tried to roll onto her stomach.
She felt groggy as she tried opening her eyes, kicking half heartedly at whoever it was behind her that had woken her up. She tried rolling onto her stomach once again and couldn't quite manage it. She blinked her eyes open and half expected to find herself sandwiched between two people. She'd had that happen before and it wasn't a pleasant memory.
Gregory was a bit surprised to not see anyone in front of her and propped herself up on an elbow to look around. When she noticed her pregnant belly she winced, thinking that this was going to be a long day.
When she felt the person behind her reach a hand around to rest on her stomach she 'knew' it was going to be a long day...
"Morning." He said dreamily. She mumbled a grumpy good morning back to him and swung her legs off the bed. Slowly standing up, already hating how unwieldy she felt balancing her weight like that.
She walked into the bathroom, sitting down on the toilet to relieve herself while her husband(god, at least she 'hoped' it was her husband) got out of bed himself. As she washed her hands she looked herself over in the mirror nonchalantly. Blond, brown eyes, slim build (considering) and about her mid thirty's if she didn't miss her guess.
Gregory pointedly ignored her husband and walked past him out of the bedroom, finding her way to the kitchen where she began rooting around in the fridge. She decided on some left over chicken, not worrying about what her husband might think as he was likely used to his wife getting some weird cravings by now.
She rubbed a hand along her belly, feeling its exact dimensions as she ate and contemplated. Gregory thought she might have been... six? Maybe seven months along?
Her husband came out of the bedroom wearing coveralls and a high visibility vest and pecked her on the cheek as he grabbed his keys. "See you later." He said before heading for the door. This elicited a surprised expression from her that he luckily didn't see as he was already on his way out.
An early riser that one, she thought as she looked at the clock on the microwave and saw it was just fifteen minutes past five. She thought that over as she waited for the sounds of his vehicle leaving.
When she was fairly sure she was alone she did a quick check of the apartment. No other tenants, no kids, kinda messy...
She stopped in mid step when she saw the computer sitting on a desk in a corner of the living room.
As much as she wanted to she kept herself from turning it on until she completed her survey of the place. She found no day planner, nothing written on the calendar and their was no other set of keys in her purse for her to drive anywhere anyway which was good as it meant she likely wasn't expected to go anywhere by herself and thus didn't have to worry about breaking any appointments.
She thought it over, having found a picture of her husband driving what looked like a big truck she figured given the coveralls he must drive for some sort of industry, either logging or construction. Which meant early mornings and late nights. She grinned, suddenly the day wasn't looking so bad.
Fairly positive that she had nothing set up and no one coming today she turned the computer on and grabbed the chicken she hadn't finished. Grabbing a coke from the fridge as well as she plopped herself down in front of the computer. She went over everything she had to do in her mind.
There were a couple story's she was working on, she should really head by the fur suiters forum and say hi as it's been a while, also she wasn't going to get any editing done on wiki just by saying she was going to get to it. But before any of that she downloaded an Irc client off the internet and connected to her usual channel.
Now talking in #Fursuiters
mA0Champion: *pounces a grey fox!*
Gregory giggled and typed back.
/me Ooofs from the pounce, reaching up to scritch the miniature dragon. "Hey! How's things?"
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