Lord Dakol
Supernova
- Joined
- Jun 28, 2009
- Location
- California
It was the end of school for Thomas Morrow; he was fourteen and so, he was obviously in the eighth grade. He walked down the street towards his house, carrying his backpack in one hand as he slid his free hand through his short but scruffy light brown hair. It had gotten in his eyes recently, which were colored a dark, powerful blue, and knew that he needed to get it cut. Thomas was a kid of standard height and build; a little under six feet, and a lean, toned frame from physical education, but he wasn't anywhere near being very muscular. In all, he looked like a kid should; happy, innocent, and curious.
He usually took his kitten with him to school - because she really loved the physical activities, he knew very well -, but Thomas let her stay home when she wasn't feeling well. Thomas' parents were workaholics, which meant that they wouldn't be home until late that night, but he didn't mind. They worked so hard for his welfare.
Thomas then broke into a light jog, heading further down the street out of eagerness to see his pet, huffing lightly before turning onto the paved walkway to the large white door. Getting out his key, he unlocked the door and went inside. removing the black school jacket from the uniform he wore every day; a clean white dress shirt and pants, along with black sneakers as he set his bag down by the door, closing it and locking it before he walked into the living room.
His eyes immediately shifted to the three-person couch, where he saw the curled-up form of his pet kitten. With a soft smile, he took off his sneakers and walked over, petting her head softly before kissing the top of her head. "Hey, wake up, lazy . . ." he whispered, grinning playfully before he sat on the couch at the other end.
He usually took his kitten with him to school - because she really loved the physical activities, he knew very well -, but Thomas let her stay home when she wasn't feeling well. Thomas' parents were workaholics, which meant that they wouldn't be home until late that night, but he didn't mind. They worked so hard for his welfare.
Thomas then broke into a light jog, heading further down the street out of eagerness to see his pet, huffing lightly before turning onto the paved walkway to the large white door. Getting out his key, he unlocked the door and went inside. removing the black school jacket from the uniform he wore every day; a clean white dress shirt and pants, along with black sneakers as he set his bag down by the door, closing it and locking it before he walked into the living room.
His eyes immediately shifted to the three-person couch, where he saw the curled-up form of his pet kitten. With a soft smile, he took off his sneakers and walked over, petting her head softly before kissing the top of her head. "Hey, wake up, lazy . . ." he whispered, grinning playfully before he sat on the couch at the other end.