Chapter 19 - One hardware store, one deeply inconvenient amount of chemistry, and a truly irresponsible level of enthusiasm for household maintenance.
Okay, genuine vibe check: a lot of my dev journey is, unfortunately, bed-adjacent. Are we cool with that? Do we want more domestic bits, less of that, different balance? Just trying to get the temperature before I fling my entire sex life at the wall. Feedback welcome.
Thank you so much for all the kind messages this week. It’s been a very strange, upside-down little stretch of time, and I’ve appreciated them more than I can properly say without becoming alarmingly sincere on the internet.
Anyway, in the grand tradition of emotional whiplash, we are now returning to our regularly scheduled nonsense: Chapter 18 - in which these two absolute idiots discover the worst-named sex game of all time and are, unfortunately, very pleased with themselves about it.
✨Marco Polio✨
Hi! I guess you all know what Chapter 6 has in store... đ„ Enjoy and thanks for your support! Every comment makes me grin like an idiot for hours.
Until next week,
Lovis
P.S. I’ll be at the book fair in Leipzig this weekend. If any of you are around and would like to meet up for coffee on Friday or Saturday, feel free to reach out via lovis.johnson123@gmail.com
No post Saturday because real life came in with a tire iron.
My brother died unexpectedly this week, and everything since has been sad, strange, and administratively cursed.
He was also the funniest person I’ve ever met in my life, so instead of being dignified about it, I’m posting two things today:
Chapter 17 — the usual chaos.
Joseph — a small flag planted in the lore.
He would have hated that sentence, which is how I know I’m doing the right thing.
Hey everyone,
this is Chapter 5! Probably one of my favorites in this story. It's the 101 on transferring a quad (aka Adam, so don't try this at home with a random quad you pick up on the streets... just saying. Try to get level surfaces, in any case). And there are feelings... very briefly. Because why deal with feelings if you could just deal with each other instead, right?
Have fun!
Lovis
Jack performs routine wheelchair maintenance.
Penelope discovers that basic physics is apparently a personal attack.
Data is collected.
Honesty happens.
Things escalate.
No one behaves responsibly.
Jack and Penelope go to IKEA. Fictional backstories are invented, productivity hacks get weird, and a stranger attempts spiritual intervention over Swedish meatballs.
Penelope says something she regrets the second it leaves her mouth. Jack is unreasonably delighted. A wardrobe is involved.
