The Gig, Friday [21.11]
Look, maybe she was a small red bear thing, but it didn't mean Rosie couldn't do her job.
Err, actually...
Perched on Bold's withers, one clever paw wrapped in his mane while she stretched her other arm up to fiddle with the strap of his halter, she was rapidly coming to the conclusion that maybe she couldn't do her job.
Really, it was just depressing.
The Gig was open, though how successfully remained to be seen.
[ooc: my availability is not very, and Rosie's mainly here to give someone a job, but I will be back in my morning should you have need of a small red bear thing or a horsie.]
Err, actually...
Perched on Bold's withers, one clever paw wrapped in his mane while she stretched her other arm up to fiddle with the strap of his halter, she was rapidly coming to the conclusion that maybe she couldn't do her job.
Really, it was just depressing.
The Gig was open, though how successfully remained to be seen.
[ooc: my availability is not very, and Rosie's mainly here to give someone a job, but I will be back in my morning should you have need of a small red bear thing or a horsie.]