Ron pulled into the driveway, making sure to park next to his son's, still not used to having two in the driveway. Not that any damage he did to it would really stick out--the car was a piece of shit. But Martin had earned it. Ron's son had made i tall the way to state with that Mathletes competition, and even if he didn't win, Ron couldn't be prouder. Especially since the older raccoon couldn't do more than basic algebra. He managed numbers enough to not fumble things as the new foreman on the construction site. Not only was Martin smart, but he was engaging in extra-curriculars with other kids, getting out of his room and socializing. So the kid deserved the independence and responsibility that a car brought, even if it was as used as a gas station toilet.
Coming in, he dropped his keys into the bowl by the door and kicked off his shoes, then froze. Deeper in the house came a giggle. A girl's giggle. Surely not... Ears swiveling, he held his breath, but any voices had gone quiet. No way that was from a computer or TV or anything. Well, he wasn't about to interrupt anything, anything that was going on there, so he crept around doing the after-work routine like he tread on eggshells.
While he and Martin weren't tidy, their habits were set, so he could tell that teenagers had swept through the kitchen, moving things around and leaving them behind. Putting the jug of tea away, he took out the milk and poured a glass, continuing to listen. Were there more than one in Martin's room? Atta boy.
He didn't need to snoop. There was zero way he could interact without injecting awkwardness into that interaction. Instead he started thinking about dinner. Ron needed something light, as food around a construction site was a bulldozer for your health. Not only that he was trying to maintain the fitter body he'd developed on the job. Now that he was management he didn't get the exercise, and Ron had grown to appreciate the way ladies looked at him. Now though the calories were starting to catch up to him around the middle. Age didn't help that. At leas his brown fur looked shiny and sleek, the healthier eating had helped that.
Putting together a basic salad, he slunk off to his office, doing the reverse of earlier and now trying to not listen.
Coming in, he dropped his keys into the bowl by the door and kicked off his shoes, then froze. Deeper in the house came a giggle. A girl's giggle. Surely not... Ears swiveling, he held his breath, but any voices had gone quiet. No way that was from a computer or TV or anything. Well, he wasn't about to interrupt anything, anything that was going on there, so he crept around doing the after-work routine like he tread on eggshells.
While he and Martin weren't tidy, their habits were set, so he could tell that teenagers had swept through the kitchen, moving things around and leaving them behind. Putting the jug of tea away, he took out the milk and poured a glass, continuing to listen. Were there more than one in Martin's room? Atta boy.
He didn't need to snoop. There was zero way he could interact without injecting awkwardness into that interaction. Instead he started thinking about dinner. Ron needed something light, as food around a construction site was a bulldozer for your health. Not only that he was trying to maintain the fitter body he'd developed on the job. Now that he was management he didn't get the exercise, and Ron had grown to appreciate the way ladies looked at him. Now though the calories were starting to catch up to him around the middle. Age didn't help that. At leas his brown fur looked shiny and sleek, the healthier eating had helped that.
Putting together a basic salad, he slunk off to his office, doing the reverse of earlier and now trying to not listen.