Post by phrostphyre on May 15, 2010 23:37:50 GMT -5
Wake up, Connor, or I'll slit your throat and leave you for dead, you idiot! The Connor in question rolled over, swearing at the alarm on his phone while trying to stumble out of bed, turn off the alarm, and go back to sleep at the same time. It would have worked if he hadn't of slipped on his school binder that was right next to his queen bed. Falling with a curse, a thunk, and a mental note, Connor landed on his P.T. shoes for ROTC. Yelling at the top of his lungs, he flipped himself onto a flat piece of carpet, wondering why he had to get up so early on a Sunday. That's right. He had grass to cut. A fairly common occurrence, except it usually happened on Saturdays. A fuzzy little head poked it's way past his shut door and meowed at him.
"How the Hell did you get past my f-cking door, you dumb ass cat? I mean, Jesus, I shut it, I lock it, I barricade it, and you still manage to get in! Get the Hell out!" Throwing a shoe over his shoulder, Connor grinned sleepily at the yelp that accompanied the thud. Dropping his face into the carpet, he slowly fell into the black that was sleep.
*
"Get the Hell up, you've got grass to cut! Are you going to sleep all day?! It's," Here the voice paused to check it's watch, "10:30! The grass isn't going to cut itself!"
"I'm up, Dad, I'm up! Jesus..." Connor jumped up and stood swaying blearily, looking stoned while he gazed drunkenly at his father. Stumbling after him, he passed the bathroom. Doing an about face, he stepped into it and stared at his face in the mirror. He needed a shave, and a haircut. Sniffing the air, he smelled bacon, and eggs, and toast. And was that... Kyle? His brother Kyle was there? All sleep gone, Connor ran into the living room, jumping on his older brother, who was sitting on the couch.
"How in the Hell did you get here? You're supposed to be in Oklahoma, learning how to blow crap up!" Giving him a bear hug. Connor punched him in the back. "Now we can box, and I'll kick your ass!"
"Really, guy? Dream on. As to why I'm not at Fort Sill, that's for me to know and you to find out."
"How the Hell did you get past my f-cking door, you dumb ass cat? I mean, Jesus, I shut it, I lock it, I barricade it, and you still manage to get in! Get the Hell out!" Throwing a shoe over his shoulder, Connor grinned sleepily at the yelp that accompanied the thud. Dropping his face into the carpet, he slowly fell into the black that was sleep.
*
"Get the Hell up, you've got grass to cut! Are you going to sleep all day?! It's," Here the voice paused to check it's watch, "10:30! The grass isn't going to cut itself!"
"I'm up, Dad, I'm up! Jesus..." Connor jumped up and stood swaying blearily, looking stoned while he gazed drunkenly at his father. Stumbling after him, he passed the bathroom. Doing an about face, he stepped into it and stared at his face in the mirror. He needed a shave, and a haircut. Sniffing the air, he smelled bacon, and eggs, and toast. And was that... Kyle? His brother Kyle was there? All sleep gone, Connor ran into the living room, jumping on his older brother, who was sitting on the couch.
"How in the Hell did you get here? You're supposed to be in Oklahoma, learning how to blow crap up!" Giving him a bear hug. Connor punched him in the back. "Now we can box, and I'll kick your ass!"
"Really, guy? Dream on. As to why I'm not at Fort Sill, that's for me to know and you to find out."
