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46 Blueberry Hill, Monday Evening
It'd been a while since Sean had been on a date, and even longer since he'd been on a date with a girl, so to call him nervous was understating it considerably. He was looking forward to it, though, so there was no small amount of bounce in his step as he moved around the kitchen ( Read more... ) -
46 Blueberry Hill, Saturday Evening
Sean had a week until the wedding, which meant he had less than that to find a date. (He'd said that yes, he was bringing someone, so he wasn't going to get lynched for springing someone on the wedding reception.) He'd thought about bringing Savannah, or hell, even Eve. He was pretty sure Angela wouldn't mind loaning her out for a night ( Read more... ) -
46 Blueberry Hill, Wednesday Afternoon
It was a decent day, so Sean was sitting out on the porch. He'd had a meeting earlier that day with his lawyer and everything was going well in regards to getting his business going. There were still things to be done before finding a location for it, but things were actually rolling along and making him feel productive ( Read more... ) -
46 Blueberry Hill, Monday Afternoon
Sean was hanging out on his front porch, as he usually did every afternoon at some point. Today, though, he had a pile of files and folders sitting next to him -- all his business records from running Nast Sporting Goods in Fandom ( Read more... ) -
46 Blueberry Hill, Tuesday Evening
Sean didn't want to let Kristina go, mainly because he was worried about how she'd react to leaving. Was she going to go into a vortex like the Fandom kids had? Was she going to simply disappear like she'd teleported or orbed? However it happened, it was probably going to scare the three-year-old and that was the last thing in the world that Sean ( Read more... ) -
46 Blueberry Hill, Saturday Afternoon
Sean was actually doing pretty well now that he and Savannah were talking to each other. Not a hundred percent, by any means, but well enough that he was actually cheerful as he moved around the kitchen to get his lunch ready ( Read more... ) -
46 Blueberry Hill, Wednesday Afternoon
Sean was bored. And a bored Sean was generally a bad thing. Especially as he was both bored and cheerful. Cheerful!Sean was quite possibly worse than bored!Sean. The jury was still out on that.
And while the jury was out, Sean was sitting in a chair on the front porch, feet propped up on the railing as he read a book.
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46 Blueberry Hill, Tuesday Evening
Sean's first reaction on discovering that it was 2008 and not 2019 was "Aw, fuck." His second reaction was to rent a car -- a cheap piece of shit, to be sure, just enough to haul his crap around -- and head off in search of a place to stay. That hadn't taken him long and the next thing he knew, he was parked in the driveway of #46 Blueberry Hill, ( Read more... )