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Part 1
It had been a good day, Joe had just finished up a big project along with the mayor's city planners. It was a new bridge that he had thought and planned all by himself, he envisioned a bridge that would really improve the flow of traffic during rush hours. They of course had done nothing more than nod and smile at whatever Joe had to pitch their way, as the deal had already been agreed with the mayor; even so he decided that the advisors presence was needed...
That's politics for you, Joe thought.
It was getting close to 6:00 pm when he rounded up that corner of Yonge and Dundas street, taking a nice deep breath of that oh-so (not) fresh air; coughing a little right away and silently thanking that truck which had helped ease blend his noisy throat with that obnoxiously loud exhaust, that meant only that its owner had skipped the anual service... a few too many times.
Recovering quickly and graciously, he kept on walking while clearing up his throat.
The great dane usually kept his gaze upwards, he was tall, had some muscle under that buttoned up shirt, and strolled with all the confidence of a CEO; of course he would be looking up, he had a lot going on for him, and he knew this very well, striding about with confidence and a hint of a smile wherever he treaded.
But not today, he had a smile mind you, but just as he was thinking of what his new project would bring into his plate all he could think of was just how big and meaty those toes were.
Toes.
Socks...
Joe was a little awestruck. They were huge!
He wasn't looking up, in fact he was staring at those fat toes just sticking out on plain view, not that he minded of course, he was a bit of an... admirer.
He stopped in his step and looked over to the person with the big fat toes. And noticed a homeless man was just sitting there, watching the world unwind in front of him. People passing by, cars honking up and down the streets, he looked dirty and a little tired. Sad even, at least that's the impression that Joe got from the guy.
"Hello, how are you doing today?" Joe asked the stranger, he's always had a thing for speaking out correctly and with just the perfect amount of politeness when adressing others, specially strangers that randomly catch his attention.
The gorilla grunted a little and nodded his way "Doin' alright, can't complain" he said as he took another draw of that cigarrete, feeling the smoky cloud that he knew was blanketing up his lungs in the murky fluid, only to be exhaled out slowly as he felt his entire body and mind ease up a little. "What about you, man?"
"I'm okay; you mind if I keep you company?" Joe asked as he took out a pack, it was pretty much full still, he wasn't that much of a smoker, only doing it casually and for the hell of it. He didn't even smoke when he was stressed, no, he just did it when it felt right. And right now, it felt like he could have an interesting conversation with this fellow. He seemed nice enough, and drew out a cigarrete and motioned his hand like a lighter.
"I'm Joe by the way" He said with a big bright smile, his teeth all but perfectly white and aligned. His smile worked like a charm and the gorilla couldn't help but smile back and lit up Joe's cigarette.
"Name's Rick, and suit yourself, It's a free country, but I swear I ain't got no money so don't get any ideas"
The two shared a few laughs and drew in a mouthfull of that nicotin-packed cig. But Joe felt it more than Rick, it was like all day he had this big weight on his shoulders and it magically had disappeared as soon as he exhaled that stuff.
Damn, it always hits me pretty hard
The duo talked about life in general, neither trying to pry as to why the other decided to be there that evening. Joe, the big business man having a smoke with Rick, the homeless man who had happened to be smoking a cigarette at 6:00 pm on the corner of Dundas and Yonge.
"So listen" Joe said after a moment of silence "Do you have a place to stay tonight?"
"Ah you know, the university has a really nice corner of dry leaves I like to call home every now and again, I booked it for tonight" Joe replied, exhaling the last bit of his smoke.
"Want to stay over at my place? No strings attached. You just strike me as a good person who hasn't had good luck in a while"
Rick looked over at the dane with a dubious look, eyebrow curled up and everything "You a homo? I don't really care man, it's none of my bussiness but I don't swing that way, this ass is for the ladies! Ha!"
"Haha, I'm not offering because of that, Rick" I won't tell! Don't want to scare the guy
"You could work around the house, I mean you told me you have't had a job in a while. Why not start with working at my place? It sure could help some cleaning up, and a few fixes here and there. Stay tonight, have a shower, have a nice dinner and then decide on the job in the morning. I have a guest room so, no worries about the homo thing. What do you say?" He made sure to flash his smile at the end of that, making sure he got a yes for an answer.
Rick couldn't help but feel a little cautious about accepting, he hadn't even managed to find a job as a janitor, well not one he was able to keep anyway, and now this guy was even offering a place to stay? Then again he seemed sincere, and kind of a big deal. He probably was a little famous even. "Alright fancy pants, what's the catch? Cuz you're stroking some happy cords here and I don't want to be played at"
"No catch. I promise. Just a night at my place, food and a nice shower. We'll be making a stop before though"
"Huh? where at boss?" Rick smiled, already pretty much accepting the offer. A warm bed after sleeping with nothing but his torn off clothes? Hell yeah.
"Sears"
"Dude, what the hell? what for?
"They have a sale on socks".
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Part 1
It had been a good day, Joe had just finished up a big project along with the mayor's city planners. It was a new bridge that he had thought and planned all by himself, he envisioned a bridge that would really improve the flow of traffic during rush hours. They of course had done nothing more than nod and smile at whatever Joe had to pitch their way, as the deal had already been agreed with the mayor; even so he decided that the advisors presence was needed...
That's politics for you, Joe thought.
It was getting close to 6:00 pm when he rounded up that corner of Yonge and Dundas street, taking a nice deep breath of that oh-so (not) fresh air; coughing a little right away and silently thanking that truck which had helped ease blend his noisy throat with that obnoxiously loud exhaust, that meant only that its owner had skipped the anual service... a few too many times.
Recovering quickly and graciously, he kept on walking while clearing up his throat.
The great dane usually kept his gaze upwards, he was tall, had some muscle under that buttoned up shirt, and strolled with all the confidence of a CEO; of course he would be looking up, he had a lot going on for him, and he knew this very well, striding about with confidence and a hint of a smile wherever he treaded.
But not today, he had a smile mind you, but just as he was thinking of what his new project would bring into his plate all he could think of was just how big and meaty those toes were.
Toes.
Socks...
Joe was a little awestruck. They were huge!
He wasn't looking up, in fact he was staring at those fat toes just sticking out on plain view, not that he minded of course, he was a bit of an... admirer.
He stopped in his step and looked over to the person with the big fat toes. And noticed a homeless man was just sitting there, watching the world unwind in front of him. People passing by, cars honking up and down the streets, he looked dirty and a little tired. Sad even, at least that's the impression that Joe got from the guy.
"Hello, how are you doing today?" Joe asked the stranger, he's always had a thing for speaking out correctly and with just the perfect amount of politeness when adressing others, specially strangers that randomly catch his attention.
The gorilla grunted a little and nodded his way "Doin' alright, can't complain" he said as he took another draw of that cigarrete, feeling the smoky cloud that he knew was blanketing up his lungs in the murky fluid, only to be exhaled out slowly as he felt his entire body and mind ease up a little. "What about you, man?"
"I'm okay; you mind if I keep you company?" Joe asked as he took out a pack, it was pretty much full still, he wasn't that much of a smoker, only doing it casually and for the hell of it. He didn't even smoke when he was stressed, no, he just did it when it felt right. And right now, it felt like he could have an interesting conversation with this fellow. He seemed nice enough, and drew out a cigarrete and motioned his hand like a lighter.
"I'm Joe by the way" He said with a big bright smile, his teeth all but perfectly white and aligned. His smile worked like a charm and the gorilla couldn't help but smile back and lit up Joe's cigarette.
"Name's Rick, and suit yourself, It's a free country, but I swear I ain't got no money so don't get any ideas"
The two shared a few laughs and drew in a mouthfull of that nicotin-packed cig. But Joe felt it more than Rick, it was like all day he had this big weight on his shoulders and it magically had disappeared as soon as he exhaled that stuff.
Damn, it always hits me pretty hard
The duo talked about life in general, neither trying to pry as to why the other decided to be there that evening. Joe, the big business man having a smoke with Rick, the homeless man who had happened to be smoking a cigarette at 6:00 pm on the corner of Dundas and Yonge.
"So listen" Joe said after a moment of silence "Do you have a place to stay tonight?"
"Ah you know, the university has a really nice corner of dry leaves I like to call home every now and again, I booked it for tonight" Joe replied, exhaling the last bit of his smoke.
"Want to stay over at my place? No strings attached. You just strike me as a good person who hasn't had good luck in a while"
Rick looked over at the dane with a dubious look, eyebrow curled up and everything "You a homo? I don't really care man, it's none of my bussiness but I don't swing that way, this ass is for the ladies! Ha!"
"Haha, I'm not offering because of that, Rick" I won't tell! Don't want to scare the guy
"You could work around the house, I mean you told me you have't had a job in a while. Why not start with working at my place? It sure could help some cleaning up, and a few fixes here and there. Stay tonight, have a shower, have a nice dinner and then decide on the job in the morning. I have a guest room so, no worries about the homo thing. What do you say?" He made sure to flash his smile at the end of that, making sure he got a yes for an answer.
Rick couldn't help but feel a little cautious about accepting, he hadn't even managed to find a job as a janitor, well not one he was able to keep anyway, and now this guy was even offering a place to stay? Then again he seemed sincere, and kind of a big deal. He probably was a little famous even. "Alright fancy pants, what's the catch? Cuz you're stroking some happy cords here and I don't want to be played at"
"No catch. I promise. Just a night at my place, food and a nice shower. We'll be making a stop before though"
"Huh? where at boss?" Rick smiled, already pretty much accepting the offer. A warm bed after sleeping with nothing but his torn off clothes? Hell yeah.
"Sears"
"Dude, what the hell? what for?
"They have a sale on socks".
Written by
Idea, story, and art
:D
Category All / All
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 819 x 917px
File Size 146.2 kB
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