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Who: Avery (Sea Witch), Sophie (Cricket)
Where: Sophie's cubical farm work
Why: Avery needs some things to be accounted.
When: 10 AM. Yeah. Avery CAN get up that early. Except he didn't really go to sleep. So to him, it's like 10 PM.
Avery had never ironed anything in his life. Well, that was a lie. Once he tried to iron a grilled cheese sandwich in art school and nearly burnt the dorm down. But, since then, he had not used one. This fact was very apparent due to his somewhat burnt tie and a dark iron print on the front of his white shirt. His excuse was that there was something interesting on tv while he was ironing (The True Story of Whitney and Bobby) and all that talk of smack being wack made him so hungry he abandoned ironing long enough to make a quesadilla.
For the most part the iron mark was covered up by the black blazer (with bullshit hipster pins attached to the front) he wore, but it was still visible enough to raise some eyebrows. In his hand was a little, thin suitcase he usually used for paint brushes (and was subsequently covered in multi-color paint splotches) that was stuffed to the brim with old receipts he collected around the apartment. In his mind, accounting meant that Sophie would go through his proof of purchase and then give him free money. That's how it worked, right? Right.
Winding through the cubical, he looked over each one, occasionally apologizing to people who were in the middle of accounting meetings before asking where Miss Jacoby was and continuing his quest. When he did find her cubical he straightened his tie, adjusted his sunglasses and knocked on the side of the cubical.
"Helloooo?" He asked, trying very hard to keep the smile off his face.
Where: Sophie's cubical farm work
Why: Avery needs some things to be accounted.
When: 10 AM. Yeah. Avery CAN get up that early. Except he didn't really go to sleep. So to him, it's like 10 PM.
Avery had never ironed anything in his life. Well, that was a lie. Once he tried to iron a grilled cheese sandwich in art school and nearly burnt the dorm down. But, since then, he had not used one. This fact was very apparent due to his somewhat burnt tie and a dark iron print on the front of his white shirt. His excuse was that there was something interesting on tv while he was ironing (The True Story of Whitney and Bobby) and all that talk of smack being wack made him so hungry he abandoned ironing long enough to make a quesadilla.
For the most part the iron mark was covered up by the black blazer (with bullshit hipster pins attached to the front) he wore, but it was still visible enough to raise some eyebrows. In his hand was a little, thin suitcase he usually used for paint brushes (and was subsequently covered in multi-color paint splotches) that was stuffed to the brim with old receipts he collected around the apartment. In his mind, accounting meant that Sophie would go through his proof of purchase and then give him free money. That's how it worked, right? Right.
Winding through the cubical, he looked over each one, occasionally apologizing to people who were in the middle of accounting meetings before asking where Miss Jacoby was and continuing his quest. When he did find her cubical he straightened his tie, adjusted his sunglasses and knocked on the side of the cubical.
"Helloooo?" He asked, trying very hard to keep the smile off his face.