Town Hall, Tuesday
"Uuuuuugh."
Bright Eyes was looking particularly skittish today, which probably had a lot to do with how Tamsin had been taking her frustration out on the staff all day. Or maybe she'd just had too much coffee that morning. You never knew, with Bright Eyes.
One thing one might know, however, was how Tamsin had been dealing with this 'return of the sex pollen' bull otherwise: the Mayor's office was covered in little origami cranes. Many of them seemed to have suffered terrible fates, with half of them crammed into other origami cranes and the rest lying in an ever-growing pile of death near the trash can.
"Remind me again why it isn't legal to order 'Dite's to have a sale?" she barked at the door.
Bright Eyes jumped and bustled off to the bathroom.
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Bright Eyes was looking particularly skittish today, which probably had a lot to do with how Tamsin had been taking her frustration out on the staff all day. Or maybe she'd just had too much coffee that morning. You never knew, with Bright Eyes.
One thing one might know, however, was how Tamsin had been dealing with this 'return of the sex pollen' bull otherwise: the Mayor's office was covered in little origami cranes. Many of them seemed to have suffered terrible fates, with half of them crammed into other origami cranes and the rest lying in an ever-growing pile of death near the trash can.
"Remind me again why it isn't legal to order 'Dite's to have a sale?" she barked at the door.
Bright Eyes jumped and bustled off to the bathroom.
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