Snivyanon
10/30/2025, 12:47:06 AM
No.58530159
>>58530148
>Hopefully that wasn’t something to worry about later.
>Larson seemed peeved that he didn’t get to fight something. Kurt was honestly relieved for once. Meant less paperwork for him to write up.
>Anyways, unsanctioned prize fighting was technically illegal, so a couple guys, including the Tyrantrum, got booked.
>Which led him to now, stuck in his office doing the work no one else wanted to.
>Kurt rested his elbows atop his desk and rubbed his eyes before he grabbed a cigarette.
>He promised himself that he’d stop smoking after his transformation, but between the long, stressful shifts, honing his new instinctual urges, and familial drama, nicotine sounded really, really good.
>He took a long drag. He wasn’t supposed to smoke inside the office, but it wasn’t like anyone would be able to stop him, really.
>His stomach growled. Luckily Larson ordered some chinese food for him so he didn’t have to make something when he got back home.
>Kurt glanced at his phone and smiled when he read Emma’s latest message in the group text asking about the movie plans on halloween night.
>He was glad that she was open to joining their little group. He hadn’t had much of a chance to hang out since the Porygon incident due to work, but it seemed like Larson liked her.
>Good. The guy desperately needed more friends.
>He popped his knuckles before getting back to the grind. Just had to finish up this last page and he could finally head home.
>After roughly twenty minutes, Kurt typed in the final information and hit save. The computer processed for a second before half the page went blank and the screen froze.
>Kurt internally screamed at the thought of losing all that work to a glitch.
>Fortunately the cause of the issue popped up in the corner of his monitor.
>In pixel-art form was the damn Porygon-Z, seemingly dozing away with a slightly distended belly.
>Hopefully that wasn’t something to worry about later.
>Larson seemed peeved that he didn’t get to fight something. Kurt was honestly relieved for once. Meant less paperwork for him to write up.
>Anyways, unsanctioned prize fighting was technically illegal, so a couple guys, including the Tyrantrum, got booked.
>Which led him to now, stuck in his office doing the work no one else wanted to.
>Kurt rested his elbows atop his desk and rubbed his eyes before he grabbed a cigarette.
>He promised himself that he’d stop smoking after his transformation, but between the long, stressful shifts, honing his new instinctual urges, and familial drama, nicotine sounded really, really good.
>He took a long drag. He wasn’t supposed to smoke inside the office, but it wasn’t like anyone would be able to stop him, really.
>His stomach growled. Luckily Larson ordered some chinese food for him so he didn’t have to make something when he got back home.
>Kurt glanced at his phone and smiled when he read Emma’s latest message in the group text asking about the movie plans on halloween night.
>He was glad that she was open to joining their little group. He hadn’t had much of a chance to hang out since the Porygon incident due to work, but it seemed like Larson liked her.
>Good. The guy desperately needed more friends.
>He popped his knuckles before getting back to the grind. Just had to finish up this last page and he could finally head home.
>After roughly twenty minutes, Kurt typed in the final information and hit save. The computer processed for a second before half the page went blank and the screen froze.
>Kurt internally screamed at the thought of losing all that work to a glitch.
>Fortunately the cause of the issue popped up in the corner of his monitor.
>In pixel-art form was the damn Porygon-Z, seemingly dozing away with a slightly distended belly.