>>46233854Sunday. Noon-time. Absolutely nothing.
/co/nrad was bored, as he always was at this time of the week. All of his shows had new episodes the previous day, and Toonami had kept him up all night again. He had awoken only 30 minutes ago, but still dreaded waiting over 30 hours until something new aired. It’s not like he could rewatch something old either. He’d gone through Samurai Jack and Megas XLR twice this month each, and he’d just about memorized every frame of The Iron Giant. Forget about comics, he was dropping ongoings left and right recently. Could Joker‘s “death” have been any more cliché and ambiguous? No. It couldn’t’ve.
Presently, /co/nrad only laid on his mess of a bed, staring at the ceiling, having a blank mind save for the occasional thought about Doctor Doom or Darkwing Duck. It was a scene that only begot pity. And so there was nothing but pity in Be/ck/y’s eyes as she entered the room to bid her husband a good “morning” (she had gotten used to Toonami Night, and had recently been buying the soda that /a/lex and /v/ergil liked weekly in preperation). She walked up to /co/nrad and sat down beside him, the depression in the mattress causing his head to slide and rest next to her ass.
“/co/nrad, I know you’re without much to do on Sundays, but you must get up soon. I can’t have you laying in bed moping all day. I’ll make you some breakfast, but you need to come into the kitchen to eat.”
“Hrmm…starvation, or having to face this horrible day. Will need to give more thought. Leaning towards starvation.”
“Now, don’t give me the Rorschach Treatment, mister. Look, I’ll even turn my head and let you have Pop Tarts for breakfast. Well, so long as you toast them or something at least, but still.”
/co/nrad merely groaned.
Be/ck/y had dreaded this day. Pop Tarts couldn’t get him out of bed. She’d need to ask around the mansion for breakfast ideas that could.
Just a start. Hope this is any good.
