05-12-2016, 04:56 PM
Settling in to his favorite chair, Paul powered up the computer and slid the keyboard out of its alcove. "I wonder if anyone's online," Paul muttered to himself. Pulling up pesterOmni, he scrolled through his relatively short list of friends. "I wonder what Jay has been up to."
[spoiler]--nocturnalNerd [NN] began pestering violentConfusion [VC]--
NN: Hey, Jay. Is It Fine If I Asked How Your Garden Is Going?
NN: That's... Good, I Think?
NN: I'm Having A Few Troubles With Insects Myself
NN: I Have Been Finding Larva Burrowing Into My Tomatoes Lately
NN: That Sounds Like It Might Work. Thanks For The Advice!
NN: Well, I Guess I'll Contact You Later, I'm Going To Go Tend To My Garden Some More. I Never Finished Watering Them.
--nocturnalNerd [NN]ceased pestering violentConfusion--[/spoiler]
With a glance out the window, Paul noted that the sun was drawing close to the horizon. "Not long till dark," he murmured to himself. Flicking his foot underneath his staff, he propelled it into the air. Catching the airborne stick, he rushed out of the room and down the stairs. The back door banged open as he ran to the garden.
Soon, with the saylight nearly spent, Paul replanted the last larva-infested plant in the space he had cleared. Checking each plant meticulously, the young lad spotted several disgustingly pale larvae burrowing into his precious tomatoes. Each met a simliar demise: a swift death under the heel of his boot. Noting the gross larva remains, Paul scraped his shoes through the grass. "A good day's work," Paul said, congratulating himself.
[spoiler]--nocturnalNerd [NN] began pestering violentConfusion [VC]--
NN: Hey, Jay. Is It Fine If I Asked How Your Garden Is Going?
NN: That's... Good, I Think?
NN: I'm Having A Few Troubles With Insects Myself
NN: I Have Been Finding Larva Burrowing Into My Tomatoes Lately
NN: That Sounds Like It Might Work. Thanks For The Advice!
NN: Well, I Guess I'll Contact You Later, I'm Going To Go Tend To My Garden Some More. I Never Finished Watering Them.
--nocturnalNerd [NN]ceased pestering violentConfusion--[/spoiler]
With a glance out the window, Paul noted that the sun was drawing close to the horizon. "Not long till dark," he murmured to himself. Flicking his foot underneath his staff, he propelled it into the air. Catching the airborne stick, he rushed out of the room and down the stairs. The back door banged open as he ran to the garden.
Soon, with the saylight nearly spent, Paul replanted the last larva-infested plant in the space he had cleared. Checking each plant meticulously, the young lad spotted several disgustingly pale larvae burrowing into his precious tomatoes. Each met a simliar demise: a swift death under the heel of his boot. Noting the gross larva remains, Paul scraped his shoes through the grass. "A good day's work," Paul said, congratulating himself.
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