He paused for a moment, considering the information he had just been given. “That sounds... kinda lame, actually,” he said, mentally bracing himself for an onslaught of beatings from the firebrand. “Why would anyone actually spend money on that? Couldn't you just turn up the volume and watch your screensaver?”
“Tch, don't knock it 'til you've tried it, Asshat.” ...What? No angry thrashing? Cautiously, he stole a look over at the seat next to him, only to find an outstretched hand with rainbow fingernails offering an-overly abused earbud. He was being invited into her personal music-land, which he could force himself to grudgingly tolerate as long as Lady GaGa didn't come on shuffle.
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A short story written with the characters from Millennials. I didn't write this in order, for some reason, and so there are several parts that are incomplete that need to be pieced together. I'll post them separately, in chronological order and link to all of them at the bottom. If I ever finish it, I'll consolidate it into a single post.
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