Strokes of Genius, Wednesday
"Get out!" Katchoo bellowed at the horde of tiny carolers that had followed her all the way to work. "Get out and take your cheesy cheery crap with you!"
She'd just managed to slam the door in their diminutive but perky and eager (oh god barfing time) faces when another band of weetiny carolers popped out of the back room and launched into a brand new relentless medley of Christmas songs, complete with tiny tambourines and handbells.
Katchoo slumped down with her head on the counter and covered her eyes. "Geez. Just kill me now. Please."
[OOC: OCD-free, open, and really I just wanted to use this icon.]
She'd just managed to slam the door in their diminutive but perky and eager (oh god barfing time) faces when another band of weetiny carolers popped out of the back room and launched into a brand new relentless medley of Christmas songs, complete with tiny tambourines and handbells.
Katchoo slumped down with her head on the counter and covered her eyes. "Geez. Just kill me now. Please."
[OOC: OCD-free, open, and really I just wanted to use this icon.]