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“Now, would the stripes on the shorts be horizontal or vertical, Protes?” He was tapping his chin now, standing in front of both shorts.  The shirt was tight; every muscle was visible...but downstairs he had on a tight pair of boxers.

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“Hey so IM BACK BUTT FACES. SO LIKE THIS FOR A STARTER.”

There was very few things that That Tech couldn’t quite do, one of these things was dimensional travel. Almost ever other piece of technology or science he could understand or build a machine for, but that piece of science was a bit out of his reach for now. So far all he had gotten to was building a machine to detect dimensional anomalies.

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The Southern District. Hub of all low-cost living, home of the Vita City education system, and the area that Kyle lived in and always knew best. The street layout, the regulars to the pizza place, and even the most quiet areas to just sit down and relax were all familiar to the snake. Today was a much quieter day at the workplace, only a couple dozen orders were placed, a majority of which were from regulars. After an hour or so from his last delivery, the snake was dismissed by his manager to go ahead and take the rest of the day off. Grabbing his messenger bag, he waved a farewell before heading out.

On his way home, the snake noticed something different in an alley he passed by... Or rather, someone. Someone who looked not just different... They looked hurt. Without a moment of hesitation, he rushed to the seemingly injured feline, holding his messenger bag in case he needed to provide some medical attention sooner rather than later.

Panthro stared blankly at the other cat. After a slow exhale he said, “Aren’t you a little young for this?” To be on a blind date with him.

Journal 187. Entry 1.

It was around 01:47am when the white vulpine, who spent the last hours having fun at a party, got back home and slowly walked inside his room just to then sit on his bed. Damn, wolves surely knew how to have fun these days.

As he rotated the palm of his left hand upwards, a green hologram/screen appeared in above it, and in the top, left corner of the screen there was a picture of a friend of his; Proto. And then, as he thought about what to write, text also started to appear and at one point the last thing he had to do was sending it manually by touching a “Q” icon.

[Ibsolum wrote | 01:50am |: LET’S LIE DOWN ON THIS BED AND SLEEP LIKE AN EMPEROR!! ]