Delilah O’Feefe
Another single sim, yay. This time it’s Delilah O’Feefe, who decided to move into her own place because she hates people, which honestly is relatable. Doesn’t make single sims any less boring though.
I decided to replace that random bit of carpet with a real rug, which means Delilah now has no wallpaper.
Worth it.
Delilah: Where the fuck is my bokcase?
Oh whoops, my bad, I was aiming for the Trait Randomiser. I’ll buy it back immediately.
Delilah: IT’S TOO LATE NOW! -500
She wanted to write her term paper, so I sent her out to the student center.
Thrilling stuff, this.
You gonna get that or...
Delilah: I’ll get it in a minute. After my chips.
Um... you might wanna-
Delilah: *CRUNCH*CRUNCH*CRUNCH*
Delilah: Dammit.
I am honestly amazed you’re not on fire.
Delilah: Mmm, she’s cute.
You think so? I’ll bear that in mind.
Delilah: Oh, by the way, I wanna skip class today.
You... already are?
Coach: You know the drill.
Professor: I’m a professor.
Coach: I said what I said.
Mascot: STUDY PARTY WOOOOO!
Delilah: Oooh, he’s cute.
You think? I’ll bear that in mind too then.
Delilah: I wanna play sweet music for him.
With $31? Maybe at the end of this semester-
Delilah: Too late, you sent me to a communty lot and I changed my mind.
Delilah: So you’re not a witch?
Not!Bella: I could be.
Delilah: But you’re not.
Delilah: OK so skip the bass, I want a charisma point so I can start writing my next term paper.
OK cool, I’ll buy you a mirror then.
Delilah: Flags.
She needed a body point too, so I sent her out to the gym.
Delilah: I wanna go home now.
Cheerleader: TERM PAPER TERM PAPER YAAAAAY TERM PAPER!
Delilah: I AM TRYING TO STUDY!
Cheerleader: Now I have your attention, what are your thoughts on daisies?
Edwin came wandering by, so Delilah greeted him and immediately led him up to bed.
Delilah: Let’s study ~biology.
Edwin: Aren’t you studying art?
Delilah: Please don’t spoil the moment.
Aww come on, he doesn’t get paid enough for that.
Unsavoury Charlatan: He’s an NPC. He doesn’t get paid at all.
All the more reason not to rob him!
You wanna report it to the cops?
Delilah: Lol no.
Delilah: Got any requests?
Well, there’s a Tom Jones song-
Delilah: Requests are closed.
Delilah: That better be a $100 bill in there.
Llama: Here’s your fucking cheer.
Delilah: Rude.
Llama: No, I mean as in, your cheer for fucking.
Oops.
Not that these two even noticed.
A+ again.
Delilah: If she drips paint on the floor, I’m gonna break her hands.
Professor: Have you considered-
Delilah: Have you considered shutting the hell up!?
Delilah: Unless you were gonna say something about music, because music is awesome.
Hula Streaker: Hi professor!
Delilah: Birds, amiright? Tweet tweet!
Delilah wanted to go on a date, so I sent her and Edwin out to Lost In Love Hedge Maze. Unfortunately, ACR hates these hot tubs.
Delilah: Whatever, I’m still having fun.
Edwin: I’m not.
Professor: Did you hear about the Llama mascot!? The cheerleader beat him up!
Delilah: Haha! What a loser!
Professor: But I’ve got some gossip that’s real gold!
Delilah: Oooh, do tell!
Professor: In a minute, there’s something I need to do in your bedroom first.
Professor: Bitch.
Another A+ semester.
Consort: Destroy him.
Hermia: Don’t worry, granddad, I studied for this.
Delilah does some studying as well.
Delilah: And I’m done studying ice skating.
Delilah: Me.
Term paper time!
Delilah: The hell is this?
Snow!
Delilah: I don’t like it.
One day I’ll take a selfie of the back of my head as I watch the back of a Sim’s head as they play Sims 3.
I’ll bet you’re regretting being the leader of such an easy-to-gain-interest hobby, huh?
Makoto: Ehh... you know my name, that makes me almost a playable.
It really doesn’t.
The bathroom? Really?
Delilah: The only table in the house has my computer in.
But still... the bathroom?
Delilah: Hey, at least I clean it.
A little painting. Edwin was right, she is actually studying art, not that you’d know judging by how little she uses that thing.
Still, she must be doing something right, because she gets another A+.
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