Cyd Roseland - Round Two
Cyd Roseland - Round Two! His last round was back in June 2012, but if you don’t feel like reading it, the highlights were: Cyd wanting to skill, and the matchmaker going peak troll by setting him up with Gavin Newson.
Rest assured, Cyd’s desire to skill has not weakened in the last eight years.
Gilbert: My desire to not hear his awful piano playing though...
Porthos was also invited Downtown, because he is a valuable and important member of the household too.
Cyd: Hey.
Gilbert: You’ve got an admirer, Mrs C.
Mrs Crumplebottom: He can take a number and join the back of the line.
Marcel: Is that horrible noise you or the piano?
Gilbert: First of all, this is a no shoes, no service club, so fuck off.
Cyd’s OTH is Art, so I treated him to an easel.
It will be some time before I notice it doesn’t build Art enthusiasm.
Cyd: SNARF SNARF SNARF.
Cyd: Somehow this does not feel as fulfilling as I thought it would.
Shh, I’ll look up a tutorial.
In the meantime, Cyd needs a love interest who’s not a tattooed townie or a teenager.
Cyd: Hi, handsome.
John: I’m married.
Cyd: Dammit.
Cyd: What an absolute waste.
John: Sorry, I’m just really hungry.
Cyd: Yeah, me too.
I downloaded this power outage mod and I already love it.
John: Birds?
Cyd: Not in this book.
The storm is also swamping Porthos in snow.
This is still funny enough for me to leave it as it is.
Community lot skilling because it’s way more interesting than skilling at home.
I mean, where else am I gonna see TV star Cynthia Kim swimming with the fishes?
Komei: Bondage?
Cyd: Not here, it’s too cold.
Appropriate snokelwear!
Cyd: Make sure you get a good shot ‘cause it’s not gonna happen again.
You gonna do that all day?
Cyd: Yup.
Cyd: Unless you have a better idea.
Ooh, I know! Let’s find you a man.
After dinner.
Cyd: Hello handsome.
Porthos: Which way to the Ren Faire?
Townie: Get a room.
Cyd: I live here.
Cyd: My body is ready.
Kent: OH MY GOD IS THIS A KINK THING!?
Cyd: What? No, it’s just a weird coding thing.
Cyd: What? What’s the problem?
Congrats, you broke him so hard he changed into his outerwear. Give him a minute and he’ll get over it.
Arrow go up lol.
Kent: Be gentle with me, sempai.
Kent: Lol just kidding, let’s do this.
Kent: He’s really gonna sleep like that, huh.
Yep, for as long as it remains hilarious.
Meanwhile, Porthos.
Porthos: I need my other Musketeers.
Cyd: Mmm, Kent.
I have no idea why I thought this would be interesting to screencap.
Boo, hiss.
Cyd: Time to get that promotion back.
Meanwhile, more Porthos.
Porthos: That’s right, keep walking, jailbait.
Pfffft hahaha.
Cyd has decided to replace sleep with coffee.
Cyd: I got this.
Cyd: I don’t got this.
He brought Jessica Peterson home from work for some socialising.
But first, belly rubs!
Cyd: So why’d you decide to become a supervillain? Superhero kill your parents? Went down a dark path with good intentions? Fell into a vat of toxic chemicals?
Jessica: Money, mostly.
Jessica: Your TVs broken, by the way.
Cyd: I’m aware.
He doesn’t have work for a few days, so I let him take Kent out on a date.
Cyd: Look what I can do with my neck!
Kent: Horrifying. Do it again.
Museum gift shop!
Phoebe:
And then I sent them to Bernards Botanical Dining for fancy lunch.
Ugh, you two are too cute.
Cyd: Stealing a bite!
Kent: You can tell it’s true love because I didn’t stab you in the hand.
Kent: What the hell is that?
A dog.
Kent: It’s adorable.
Also stinky.
The electricity’s working again, so Cyd does some gaming.
Which is boring, so I sent him and Porthos to the Bark Park.
Cyd: And this is how a see-saw works.
Porthos: I know how it works, I’m just not gonna do it.
Sophia: Recycling.
Oh look, it’s an asshole convention.
And the week ends with Cyd dicking around on his computer.
Cyd: I’m updating my blog.
Snap!
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