Outside of 29 Chimera Ct, Monday [ 09/13 ].
Sure, Kūkaku had an office, but, really, would you really want her to be perfecting her craft indoors? It was so restrictive and not to mention public property, and, besides, it was a nice day.
She was working with gas explosives, too, to get ready for class at the end of the week, and no one wanted to work with gas in an enclosed space.
So, with her pipe sending a trail of smoke upwards toward the heavens, the front of 29 Chimera had been turned into a makeshift office and explosive studio. Kūkaku puffed and worked away, quite content in this and assuming she'd continued to be until some jerk came and interrupted her.
[[ but, of course, open outdoor post is open! And let's pretend that I had the right address THIS WHOLE TIME, shall we? ]]
She was working with gas explosives, too, to get ready for class at the end of the week, and no one wanted to work with gas in an enclosed space.
So, with her pipe sending a trail of smoke upwards toward the heavens, the front of 29 Chimera had been turned into a makeshift office and explosive studio. Kūkaku puffed and worked away, quite content in this and assuming she'd continued to be until some jerk came and interrupted her.
[[ but, of course, open outdoor post is open! And let's pretend that I had the right address THIS WHOLE TIME, shall we? ]]