Tredger
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Jul 25, 2016
It had just been an okay day at work for him... it was busy enough to help the day pass, but it was still boring and felt slow. Still, work was work, and Richard was never one to complain. He was a man's man through and through, standing tall with broad shoulders, a defined chin and piercing blue eyes that could either woo a woman or intimidate a room. His brown hair atop his head was speckled with grey, and thin lines showing his age lightly sprouted out from his eyes and other places on his skin, giving him that mature, handsome look. With a small grunt, he pulled his large truck into his driveway, pulling it right up into the garage of his large suburban home.
Hopefully, his little girl was home where she should be.
Richard stepped out of his truck, slamming the door shut. Ah, his daughter. His loving, beautiful little girl. She was all he had now, the only bright little star in his life. Just the thought of her brought a small smile to his face, a rarity in itself. With a small grunt he grabbed his large suitcase, making his way to the doorway of his house. He was dressed in a nice white collared shirt, a single black tie hanging down with dark pants and black leather shoes. His sleeves were folded up to his elbows, his jacket folded and held in his other hand.
He opened the door, taking a step into the entryway of his home. "Sweetie!" He called out in his deep, low voice. "I'm home!" He called, shutting the door behind him.
Hopefully, that little punk she had as a boyfriend wasn't there with her... alone...
Hopefully, his little girl was home where she should be.
Richard stepped out of his truck, slamming the door shut. Ah, his daughter. His loving, beautiful little girl. She was all he had now, the only bright little star in his life. Just the thought of her brought a small smile to his face, a rarity in itself. With a small grunt he grabbed his large suitcase, making his way to the doorway of his house. He was dressed in a nice white collared shirt, a single black tie hanging down with dark pants and black leather shoes. His sleeves were folded up to his elbows, his jacket folded and held in his other hand.
He opened the door, taking a step into the entryway of his home. "Sweetie!" He called out in his deep, low voice. "I'm home!" He called, shutting the door behind him.
Hopefully, that little punk she had as a boyfriend wasn't there with her... alone...