Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Thursday
It was not a bad day, really. It had been one of those odd weeks that had Algren questioning his sanity, perhaps, but today on its own? Was just fine.
... It was.
Really.
And he wasn't at all in the least bit of a sulk because most of his clothing was too small for the woman who had asked to borrow them while she was male, yesterday. No. He was Captain Nathan Algren. He didn't sulk.
He just worked. Paperwork and the like. Important work. And perhaps he was frowning in a way that might have appeared to be a sulk to the untrained eye. Totally different, that.
[OCD on the way up! Sorry this is a smidgen late. Busy day was busy!]
... It was.
Really.
And he wasn't at all in the least bit of a sulk because most of his clothing was too small for the woman who had asked to borrow them while she was male, yesterday. No. He was Captain Nathan Algren. He didn't sulk.
He just worked. Paperwork and the like. Important work. And perhaps he was frowning in a way that might have appeared to be a sulk to the untrained eye. Totally different, that.
[OCD on the way up! Sorry this is a smidgen late. Busy day was busy!]