Dante still had a ton of strawberry stuff left over from his JGoB's trip yesterday. So he put a chair up behind the desk, parked his ass on the chair, his feet on the counter, and the box within reach. The only thing that would've made it perfect would've been if the stereo hadn't insisted on playing
chocolate-related songs all day.
Also, the little blue guys.
"Not for you!" he barked at one for about the fifth time, kicking the air in its general direction.
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