Book II. 1
Homer graduated and came home from the Dribbledine Sports Academy boarding school, high school in the middle of the night. His dad Dardanus played some Foosball with him right after he got in the door. Homer hadn’t seen it yet because they bought it and extended that area while he was away. With some of the sims’ games it can be seen how it progresses and who is winning. I haven’t paid attention to Foosball yet. Its handy for fun and talking at the same time, and asking others to join. They seem to talk across the room to other talk-able activities too, building relationships. Homer told Dardanus about the Trampolining skill he gained at the academy. Dardanus told Homer who was still single in town. None of the girls from high school.
Homer’s proud, dear old mum, Helen got up and painted his portrait, in his bedroom because that’s where the easel was, before he changed out of his cap and gown to go to sleep. She was the best painter of the household yet. She did do a Fine Arts degree at university.
“Aw, and there’s his father’s brows” she sung to herself. She still had her beauty mask on.
She was still at it by morning, but Homer didn’t wait to see it finished.
“I’m going out” he said, after eating his favourite, spaghetti, which she made for him for breakfast, the night before, perfectly because she’s a 5-star Chef level 10 Culinary Career sim.
“Aw, where’re you going? I’m nearly finished!” she called out.
Why, out to take advantage of the default outfit he got, for everyday, and snapple up that woman he had his mind on, that’s where!
I told him to, because I decided.
He pulled out of the driveway in his hot pink La Matea.
He admired how the house was coming along. It was a jumble. But it had everything.
Whatever it didn’t have they could get to easily.
Straight down that street was the diner Helen worked at … where spaghetti almost as good as hers was probably getting cooked up. Homer had to pass it to walk up the path to where a certain worker from there lived!
His favourite sandwich maker.
Our poor leftover Sunset original, Emma Hatch. He was really glad it was her who answered the door, while there were others home.
Straight away, a quick trill like The Saga of The Mallens played. Cheesy flute music. It would seem Emma liked how Homer had turned out, and he liked her too.
She invited him in, and he surprised her with some lovely pink flowers. She accepted them happily.
One of her roommates, Cycl0ne Sw0rd watched on as he left for the office, smirking. As did she.
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