Magic Box, Sunday, 05/17
Anders gave the brunch in the park a wistful look on his way to work. Maybe he'd nip out and stop by, just for a minute. Just to grab some food and see what his friends besides Cassandra had made of themselves. If the fact he was still his normal age was anything to go by, it didn't seem likely he'd ever get to see for himself; he'd either die young or live out his days locked in some Circle somewhere.
It was not a series of thoughts that put him in the best of moods. He was almost aggressive with the spray and paper towels as he set to cleaning every inch of the store he could reach. If he kept moving, he wouldn't think so blighted much.
[OOC: Open post, no OCD!]
It was not a series of thoughts that put him in the best of moods. He was almost aggressive with the spray and paper towels as he set to cleaning every inch of the store he could reach. If he kept moving, he wouldn't think so blighted much.
[OOC: Open post, no OCD!]