There are 3 styles, which need to be used with Slider
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*Don’t resell
*compatible HQ
*Reuploading to any forum or website is not permitted.
*Repacking is not permitted.
*It is forbidden to convert my CC to other games
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*需要配合拉杆使用,不然会出现下陷情况
Derek returned to his seat, taking Morgan slightly by surprise while she was in mid-bite of her scrambled eggs.
“Did you know it was graduation day at the university today?” He asked her.
Morgan hid her full mouth behind her free hand for a moment, as she tried to speed through her chewing. “Yeah," She said once she finished her bit. "I thought everyone knew that. Traffic’s been terrible all day? Why?”
“Everything is booked for the night, you know, with families from out of town.”
“Oh... and probably some for Christmas next week.”
“Yeah, RIGHT! So… I made a call —and if this makes you uncomfortable, I totally understand— but… you can come stay at my house tonight."
Morgan froze, placing her fork down on her plate.
"I already called home and my daughter, Angelica, is fixing things up for you.”
“Is the Misses okay with you bringing home random women off the street?” Morgan pointed to the wedding ring in his hand with her fork.
Derek looked at his hand, fidgeting with the ring as he formed his words, “oh, no… I’m just a sentimental widower, I guess.”
“Oh…um, sorry.”
“No, it’s fine. Really... but you on the other hand, you don’t really have many options left for the night,” Derek continued. “So, my daughter is setting up a space for you in our spare room. It IS in our basement, but it’s fully finished. Don't worry. We have heat down there, and we already had all of Angie’s old bedroom furniture down there from her room renovation last year, so it’s no trouble at all. We just need to shuffle a few boxes around and lay out some fresh bed sheets."
Derek chuckled at himself for a brief moment, "What do you know, me procrastinating on donating all her old things turned out to be a good thing.”
“Um… okay… I-I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?” Derek repeated in confusion.
“I don’t know… it’s just, uh…”
“I’m a stranger trying to take you to sketchy third place? Yeah, I know, I know.”
“Okay, THAT and… you know?”
“Know what?”
“Come on, you know.”
“I don’t think I do.” He sat and thought for a bit more. “Is this about COVID? I have tests at home.”
Morgan rolled her eyes with an annoyed groan. “I know you know!” she said, gesturing very broadly at herself.
“You’re what- you’re… a drug mule carrying product? Is that why you're on the run?” Derek said in a low, hushed, jokey tone, leaning in so a nearby busser couldn’t hear.
“What? NO!”
Derek thought a little harder. “A sex worker???" He whispered. "Not that it's a problem, but were you working the streets when-”
“NO!” She snapped, then whispered back in frustration. “BUT… what’s a third, secretive minority on the fringes of society? We’re in the news a lot. Right-wing politicians hate us?”
“Uh… isn’t that, like, most people? I, I don’t-”
Morgan groaned in annoyance. She then leaned forward and whispered with an anxious look on her face, her voice quiet and hesitant, “I’m trans.”
“Oh.” Derek sat back, nodding slowly. “Okay.”
“Okay? That’s it? OKAY?”
“Well, yeah... it doesn’t matter who or what you are, you can’t stay outside, you’ll freeze!”
“You’re not worried?”
“About what?”
“About WHAT? About ME!"
“Do I have something I need to be worried about... pertaining to you, as an individual?”
“Uh… no. But a lot of people seem to worry.”
“Well…” Derek paused for dramatic effect as he leaned forward once again. “I’m not ‘a lot of people,’ Morgan... I’m just one guy.”
“Oh–my-GOD!” Morgan broke out into a wheezing laugh.
“Aye, you liked that one?”
“NO! God, you really are a dad, huh.”
“And I’m proud of it, dammit.” Derek said in a gravelly, southern accent.
“So… this isn’t a problem.”
“You’re not a ‘problem.’” Derek reassured her, “Listen, you’ve cried on me, I’ve already driven you here, I’ve made phone calls for you —I’m apparently paying for four plates of food for you, good lord— safe to say, I’m pretty damn invested here.”
Morgan sunk down into her seat, while munching away at a slice of toast. “It’s not my fault they brought my toast and fruit salad out on their own separate plates.”
“Oh, alright.”
“And the pancakes were included in the meal, so don’t give me that!”
Derek chuckled, “Okay, okay. Fine! How is everything anyway?”
“So good! I can’t even remember the last time I’ve eaten this much.”
“Damn. That's-that's tough.”
“It's okay... Do-do you want some of these,” Morgan pointed at the uneaten stack of pancakes in front of her, “I don’t think I can eat it all.”
Derek briefly mulled it over, “You know what? Sure. I’m paying for it anyway.”
Morgan took a knife that she had placed neatly on top of a folded napkin beside her main plate of scrambled eggs and bacon and carefully cut the 3 pancakes she had into quarters. She then slid a little glass bottle of syrup and one of the two little plastic packets of butter spread she was given, closer to his side of the table. Derek helped himself to a pancake, picking a piece up with his hands, pouring a drizzle of syrup on top and taking a bite. He chewed for a moment, stopping with a slight wince, then continued to chew.
“Does this… does this have blueberries, pecans, and chocolate chip in it?”
Morgan looked down at the plate, bashfully. “You said I could order whatever I wanted.”
“Yeah… but three pancake add-ins… in this economy?”
Morgan snorted, trying to hold in her laughter as she took her final sip of decaf.
We were pretty anxious and stressed out when we tried out for another gig, but it went incredibly well this time!!!
Well... except for the fact that I had to still cancel the gig after I was payed. And the game gave me a sad little message. But I’m sure I’ll be able to fix this issue soon enough...
At least we got to look for seashells before going home!
category:suit
contain: female
suit 9colours
Game screenshots using HQ+Gshade
Contains type A+B
⚠A style left hand is immovable,Paragraph B is normally movable
*Don’t upload it again
*Don’t resell
*compatible HQ
*Reuploading to any forum or website is not permitted.
*Repacking is not permitted.
*It is forbidden to convert my CC to other games
*禁二次上传和售卖与打包
There is my contribution for the day 2 of the @bobatrait's Bobaween 2023 !
I was completly inspired by "Daft Punk Alive 2007" scene Set, "Prime Time Of Your Life - Daft Punk" clip and the @sims41ife's Neon Coffin (Even if the two I used are 3d modelisations made by myself)
Characters made in The Sims 4. Top modified to fit with skeleton bodyparts. Deco, animations and lighting made in Blender.
CC used (Thanks to all the creators !) :
MALE :
• Wolf Skull Head by @bellassims
• Top by @gorillax3-cc
• Bottom by Belloallure
• Shoes : TS4
• Skeleton by @nataliaauditore-blog [modified by me, not downloadable]
FEMALE :
• Cat Skull Head by @bellassims
• Top by @busra-tr
• Pants by Chisimi [Link Broken]
• Shoes : TS4
• Skeleton by @nataliaauditore-blog [modified by me, not downloadable]