Oh, Youre Doing That String Thing Again? Well, I Guess I Can Take A Break From Sitting At The Computer

“Oh, you’re doing that string thing again? Well, I guess I can take a break from sitting at the computer for you and help with that.” Random cat is random and adorable, and I felt like sharing him.

He turned to see Abby hurrying toward him.  He stopped, arms crossed.  "What do you want?" he snapped.

At his tone, Abby scowled.  "I just wanted to say that I hope we can put this all behind us now. I'm sorry for what happened, but I hope we can move on.  I'd like us to still be friends, at least."

Malcolm sneered. "Friends?  Friends?  What makes you think I want anything to do with you after what you did?"

"We settled that in there," Abby said, gesturing toward the courtroom.  "I'm going to write the apology and the retraction.  It's going to get printed.  The story will get buried.  It's over.  I know we can't go back to where we were before it all happened, but couldn't we have a fresh start?"

"That's what you did to me publicly, my reputation," Malcolm said.  "We didn't settle anything about what you did to me personally.  You ripped my heart out, Abby!  I loved you!  I was ready to marry you!  I was!  I thought you were what I wanted.  And then you stabbed me in the back!  And you never apologized for that!"  

“Malcolm--”

“No, don’t try it now!  Watcher!  You’re such a--”

“We’re both going to need you to take care of us.”

There it was.  The real reason she was telling him this. He shoved the feelings he had buried back into their grave.  She didn’t care about him.  She cared about his money and what he could do for her.  She was trying to manipulate him again.  It wasn’t going to work.

He pulled his arm out of her grasp, stepping back so she wouldn’t be able to touch him again. “Nice try,” he snapped.  “You’re not getting a simoleon from me. I am going to want that paternity test, and then if it is my child, I’m going to want full custody.  No child deserves to be raised by a manipulative bitch like you.”  He spat the last words like venom, hoping to hurt her.  He was glad to see her flinch.

“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it,” he said before she could say anything else.  “Right now, I don’t want to see you anymore.” He walked away, taking wicked pleasure in the sob he heard behind him.

I’m not the best set builder, but I’m pretty happy with the one I created tonight. Shooting the beginning of the Landgraab Round 3 is going to be the hardest part of the whole round, but I think the story will be worth the work.  Tomorrow I’m going to try to get a whole bunch of sims to behave in this set...

I’ll let you know how it goes...

People were trickling out of the courtroom.  Malcolm’s lawyer, Lilly Gates, patted him on the arm and smiled broadly.  “I told you we’d win,” she said.

“Thanks,” Malcolm said. “I’m just glad it’s over.  I’m so ready to go home.”

Lilly nodded.  “You go ahead,” she said.  “I’ll take care of wrapping stuff up and then call you tomorrow.  Have a good night!”

“You too.”

He headed out into the corridor, searching his pockets for his car keys.  All he wanted to do was go home.   

He heard footsteps behind him, and then a voice. “Malcolm, wait!”

I’ve added a few more posts to the queue to continue Malcolm’s story. I have more pictures waiting to be queued up, but the story isn’t cooperating at the moment. I think there will at least be posts this coming week.  I’ll keep poking at the story to get it in line and will hopefully have more eventually.