Fandom Post Office, February 16 (Tuesday)
Oh, it was another one of those weeks. Éponine was familiar with them by now, and she'd much rather have been at home under the covers with a book and a bottle of something strong to drink, not worried about being distracted by just about everybody she managed to encounter on her delivery route.
She probably should have done that, really.
Instead, she was lurking creepily behind the counter whenever she wasn't out making deliveries, nursing something cold (yes, despite the season) and chocolatey to drink and looking rather irritable.
[OOC: OCD-free, open!]
She probably should have done that, really.
Instead, she was lurking creepily behind the counter whenever she wasn't out making deliveries, nursing something cold (yes, despite the season) and chocolatey to drink and looking rather irritable.
[OOC: OCD-free, open!]