Pixie Dust, Wednesday, October 1
Romeo's shoulder felt better. Not good enough for him to risk taking the sling off, but better. He wondered if he should stop by the clinic tomorrow to see if it was healed enough for him to start using his arm again.
For now, though, being gentle to his arm seemed as good an excuse as any to avoid work. He went through the rote tasks of straightening the store and checking the mail, then settled behind the counter with a copy of Cosmo.
He was totally reading it for the articles.
[OOC: Open but OCD-free.]
For now, though, being gentle to his arm seemed as good an excuse as any to avoid work. He went through the rote tasks of straightening the store and checking the mail, then settled behind the counter with a copy of Cosmo.
He was totally reading it for the articles.
[OOC: Open but OCD-free.]