Page 59 of Pet Project

It’s two days before Thanksgiving and I don’t know what the fuck to do to snap Toby out of this funk he fell into after his graduation and showdown with his mother last week. With the campus closing after classes finish today, Don and I are planning on heading back to Kink Manor to stay through the weekend in Toby’s room. Considering the rent is paid up through the end of the year, Eli said the landlord doesn’t need to know whether Toby is staying here or there.

My phone pings with the notification for the house group chat, so I open it up. I have it set to only notify me if someone tags me because Lucky has been spamming the chat lately with his letters to Santa. It’s adorable, but seventeen different wishlists over the span of an hour is a little much.

GamerSwitch:

@ShyKitten are you guys still planning on coming over for Thanksgiving?

AdorableAce:

Shy Shy you HAVE to

I haven’t seen you in FOREVER

DaddySpencer:

don’t let him guilt u into coming

he just wants more people to push his santa agenda

AdorableAce:

DADDY!!!!!

ur not supposed to tell them!

I have to smile at their antics. Spencer finding Lucky, or rather Lucky stumbling upon us, was probably the best thing to ever happen to Kink Manor, or hell, Manor Drive as a whole. Him discovering his little side has brought so much light and laughter and love to all of us in the last year. I hope it continues.

GamerSwitch:

as cute as you are @AdorableAce there was a reason I was asking

is the pup still planning on helping me cook? if not, I gotta get started soon to get it all taken care of

PanPup:

I’ll cook

lemme order a uber 2 cum over

ShyKitten:

@PanPup just come to the shop after class

Owner is closing up as soon as classes r done 2day

we r planning on staying at KM thru the weekend. did u 4get?

PanPup:

k

I run to the restroom so that Don doesn’t notice the tears that I can’t hold back anymore. I’m not sad as much as I’m fucking livid. That bitch broke my sweet and happy Toby and just flew back to Hicksville, Redneck Country to let the people who love him pick up the pieces. At least when she was shipping him off before, she didn’t say anything.

Splashing water on my face, I check out my reflection in the mirror and decide it’s good enough. If nothing else, it will look like I had a panic attack again. They’re not as common as they used to be, even if they still happen way more often than I wish they did.

When I get back to my table, I notice a new text message alert.

Mr. Jones:

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