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[fruitvale]

this is jon egbert, aka egbert or just jon.
he is a male, and also a panromantic.

he likes;
•plants
•coding
•summer
•roman
•cake
•tumblr
•old movies
•webcomics
•underrated/unrecognized good music
•sweaters and jackets
•birds
•swimming
•rollercoasters

and he doesn't like;
•modern genres of music
•bugs
•and spiders
•and leeches
•basically anything small, harmless, but terrifying
•winter
•pizza
•waiting
•math
•time

the favorite webcomic would have to be monsterkind, above all. and it really does mean a lot! the reason monsterkind is the best is due to the meaning. it truly does speak out about equality, and plus, it's extremely hilarious. it can teach you something, that's for sure. it's also my favorite- not only because of the characters, but because of it's development. over the years, you can notice how it has changed. others would have to be paranatural, colorless, and never satisfied.

[fruitvale]

a normal morning for jon.

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Your apartment complex was a rather decent one put next to others. You couldn’t of afforded the rent for other places, so this did the job, since your dad had to Plus, this was a nice little living space. My kitchen, what I was sitting in, consisted of one island that I sat at, a refrigerator, some cupboards, and a teeny sink underneath the window behind me. In front of me, across the marble counter, a little glass table stood alone in the middle of the living room. Only a small brown couch accompanied it.

The toast you were eating had honey on it, a thing you particularly favor to this day. Despite the golden liquid pouring out the side of the toast, it tasted delicious. A bird chirped outside, probably a pigeon. Those were common on this part of town. Right now, a light slushy rain was dripping down from the sky. It would stop soon, and maybe late November snow would arrive? Hopefully.

CHECK THE TIME

Right now though, it was… What time is it? You turned and faced the stove where the clock was. 7:52, eight minutes until you have to leave. Work was at 8:30, but you like being early. A thing that you never got from your dad.

The main reason you moved to London was to become a coder. You’d begin with formatting the basics of some game about four kids that play a game, but you wouldn’t start until today. The people who hired you let you have three months to settle in and get used to the daily downpours and the new home. Your phone buzzed, a timer you had set for 7:55. Pushing in your chair, you walked over to the sink and ran water over your crumb-covered plate. The honey slowly washed off in the process, and you then placed the plate in the dish dryer and grabbed your earbuds that were hanging from a hook, stepping out your door and playing 'Posin'.

Today was doing to be a good day.

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As soon as the first line began kicking in, you were in your car and turning the key to start up the Malibu. It was your dad's old car, A worn white paint job clearly proving this vehicle’s been through a lot. Off in the distance, behind a stack of small buildings, the sun peeked from the horizon, setting a light hue of yellows, purples, and reds to grace the skies with a plethora of colors. The fresh scent of a multitude of different restaurants and smoke wafted around the soft eight o’clock zephyr sending a feeling of tranquility and peace.



STOP WITH THE SHENANIGANS AND GO TO JOB

Fine, fine. You turn down the music a bit and make your way downtown. Familiar faces go by, along with hundreds of other unknown ones. You get so into the music that you don't realize that it's time to stop at the stoplight. Someone from outside yells, snapping you out of your trance. Shock and dread wavered in his chest for only a moment, before he realized he didn't hit someone- he was close to, though.

random kalon: HEY! YOU NEARLY KILLED ME! WHAT THE HELL?!
Jon rolls down the window.
jon: oh my gosh, i'm so sorry!! are you alright? did my car bump you?
random kalon: NO, No.. Sorry. I should've looked where I was going. You can go on.
jon: wait! are you hurt? your leg looks pretty torn up.
random kalon: It's fine, seriously. I can go to a doctor's later.
A bit of blood seeps through their pants.
jon: you don't look that fine. i can drive you there if you need to go.
random kalon: I.. Okay, thank you.

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It turns out that this kalon was actually pretty important. They were a scientist at a research facility and he had been studying plenty of different things over the years. His name was Eryk, and he was a tad bit older than you.

eryk: I've experienced worse, trust me.
jon: like what, if you don't mind me asking?
Eryk pulls down his sleeve to show a large patch of multicolored fur. It looked like vomit, almost.\
eryk: When you live around a buncha dangerous chemicals, crazy things can happen.
eryk: Plus, I kinda deserve it.
Jon pulls up to the doctor's office, letting go of the steering wheel with one hand.
jon: no one deserves to be hurt like that. not even a serial killer.
eryk: Well, I'm sorta worse than that.
jon: hey, at least you haven't killed me yet.
eryk: But it's best if I never had met you.
jon: can we stay in touch anyways?
Eryk pulls out his phone. A moment passes by.
eryk: Tell me your number.
jon: oh, um.. (000-000-0000).
eryk: Aaalrighty. Thank you, Jon. See ya 'round.
jon: k! bye!
Eryk exits the car, limping to the door.
Jon thinks since he's already late that he should call in super sick. He's experienced too much today.


a/n; hi! i had lotsa fun writing for this bab. surprisingly, i don't own a kalon. this is one that i am completely head-over-heels for, though, and i barely ever get super attached to a kal. best of wishes, i suppose!