Mommy Newman.

John was on his way home. Regan had excused himself to get the strongest coffee in town and Rave had asked him to leave at that point. “I wanna talk to my dad for a bit and knowing him he will ask you questions until your ears start bleeding if you stay.” She had said while shoving him out the front door. Entirely understandable. John was pretty happy with the results of the day anyhow and, whistling happily as well as he could, he kept levelling Observe all the way home. Finally, it popped up.

He had just maxed a skill. Weird thing was that it maxed at five while masturbation was still going on at 18, Possession also still had an EXP-Bar so that couldn’t be it. Maybe Observe was just special? Some kind of legendary skill or something? It was pretty busted all things considered, seeing how he could instantly discover anyone’s backstory and secret identity. Maybe he should get into the whole information brooking thing?

He entered his home sneaking. It was past 10PM already and he didn’t want to wake his mom. An unnecessary thought really as his mom was waiting in the living room with an annoyed expression. Out of curiosity he used Observe upon seeing her.

And there was a whole lot of information he DIDN’T want to have about his mother. What a libido score though and he had thought his was high. “John Newman. Why are you coming home at this hour?” John had expected this conversation to happen at one point or another. He had not yet come up with an excuse however so he just went with the partial truth. “I hung out with a girl.”

That took the wind right out of her mother’s sails. She went from angry to beaming. “Really! You did!” That was so over joyous that it put a dent into his pride. “Yes, really.” “Is she nice?” John hesitated. “Nice, might not be the correct word but she is fun to be around.” He said slowly. “At your age girls are usually ‘fun’ to hang around.” His mother said with glee. “Don’t let it affect your studies though.”

“I won’t” John promised but that comment got him thinking as he went to his room. Why continue studying? He had yet to sell the talisman one of the ghosts dropped but if he worked under the assumption that he could just keep producing these things by grinding the Instant Dungeons what was the point in studying for some job he would never even write applications for.

He should think about this in the future. For now, he wanted to sleep.