Town Hall, Monday
"What the hell is that?" Tamsin asked flatly.
Bright Eyes beamed at her. "I thought your office could use some decoration!"
Decoration. Sure. It was the most hideous picture of a bunch of babies playing saxophones Tamsin had ever seen, and considering how ugly those pictures were in general, that was saying something.
"Take it down," Tamsin said.
Bright Eyes' bright eyes welled up. "Please?" she said. "They bring joy to my day. Just look at them! They're so adorable. Makes me want b--"
"Take it down," Tamsin said.
"Don't you like babies?" Bright Eyes asked. Her lower lip wobbled.
"If you don't take that down right now," Tamsin said pleasantly, "I am going to shoot it several times."
In the end, Bright Eyes walked out of the lobby with the hole-filled painting under her arm, crying uncontrollably.
"Good riddance," Tamsin muttered.
[[ i have canon finale issues. open! ]]
Bright Eyes beamed at her. "I thought your office could use some decoration!"
Decoration. Sure. It was the most hideous picture of a bunch of babies playing saxophones Tamsin had ever seen, and considering how ugly those pictures were in general, that was saying something.
"Take it down," Tamsin said.
Bright Eyes' bright eyes welled up. "Please?" she said. "They bring joy to my day. Just look at them! They're so adorable. Makes me want b--"
"Take it down," Tamsin said.
"Don't you like babies?" Bright Eyes asked. Her lower lip wobbled.
"If you don't take that down right now," Tamsin said pleasantly, "I am going to shoot it several times."
In the end, Bright Eyes walked out of the lobby with the hole-filled painting under her arm, crying uncontrollably.
"Good riddance," Tamsin muttered.
[[ i have canon finale issues. open! ]]