Opeeeeeeen. Come pick flowers. :|
Characters: Claw bearhearted, and OPEN.
Date/Time: June 17, night-ish?
Location: Park Island.
Rating: G. Most likely. :|
Summary: Claw kind of got a job at his old restaurant, in a very... strange manner. Now he's poking at flowers.
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If Claw had thought getting a would be difficult, then reality would have proven him wrong. In any case, Claw hadn't thought getting a job would be difficult; in fact, he hadn't particularly been thinking of getting a job at all when he set out that morning, so the ease with which he got a job was rather telling of his extremely lax lifestyle. He had simply been walking through park, looking in particular for flowers or wild herbs when he came across the small restaurant he himself had erected the first time he was in the sphere. Following the good smell, he walked in, and bam, job acquired. His old employees recognized him instantly, and he was back on the job.
One would think that the farm island would be best for picking spices and herbs, but Claw preferred the park. He was always the kind to go for wild ingredients. It was probably better to go searching for herbs in the morning, but a clover flower had caught his eye on his way home.
He bent down near the flower and stared.
Date/Time: June 17, night-ish?
Location: Park Island.
Rating: G. Most likely. :|
Summary: Claw kind of got a job at his old restaurant, in a very... strange manner. Now he's poking at flowers.
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If Claw had thought getting a would be difficult, then reality would have proven him wrong. In any case, Claw hadn't thought getting a job would be difficult; in fact, he hadn't particularly been thinking of getting a job at all when he set out that morning, so the ease with which he got a job was rather telling of his extremely lax lifestyle. He had simply been walking through park, looking in particular for flowers or wild herbs when he came across the small restaurant he himself had erected the first time he was in the sphere. Following the good smell, he walked in, and bam, job acquired. His old employees recognized him instantly, and he was back on the job.
One would think that the farm island would be best for picking spices and herbs, but Claw preferred the park. He was always the kind to go for wild ingredients. It was probably better to go searching for herbs in the morning, but a clover flower had caught his eye on his way home.
He bent down near the flower and stared.