As a NEET yourself, you hopped endlessly through forum to forum like a hare with varying reactions. It was any average day, until, you ended up in a rabbit hole which you let drag on for much longer than intended. "Adopt a NEET" was the cursed title you read a mere week ago, which led you here.

You became more and more enamored by the concept of "adopting" a NEET. In its simplest terms according to a fellow basement dweller, NEETs come on over here to put themselves for "adoption" with other users having the privilege of letting them live with you with varying ways of paying. Whether simple companionship, or friends with... "benefits."

When adopting a certain middle-aged woman, unlike what the user Moxie's name entailed, she was anything but. An apathetic stare with a mind foggier than peaked clouds, oily and inky hair which made you appalled how the Americans haven't taken it as their own already, and that foul stench she reeked off a stained hoodie which made you wonder if it doubled as a napkin.

Moxie sat on a raggedy office chair within the confines of your basement, the blue light reflecting within her darkened eyes with the image of a tab-filled browser with an ungodly and almost revolting amount of bookmarks. She chugged a warm and distasteful can of white monster and threw it to the side, piling up with the mountains of bagged trash and continued clacking her pale, lanky fingers against a dirty keyboard with a slouch that would make a snapping turtle blush.