Demon Marcus, Sunday
Another winter week, another Sunday spent putting out new winter clothing at the Demon Marcus. This week's new shipment was primarily boots. Cute boots. Cute, warm, fuzzy, practical boots. Because Sparkle was all for fashion - and hell, he even made a point to keep some boots that were more fashion than function in stock - but knowing the island's usual crowd and how many of them probably had no damn clue what to do with actual winter, function was going to come out on top every time he placed an order this time of year.
"I want a pair of fluffy ones," he said to Milady, whose little tank he had moved back to the counter so that he could have company while he worked. "It's like a cuddle for your toes! You know. If you have toes."
So, that was Sparkle's frame of mind today.
[OOC: Open! OCD-free!]
"I want a pair of fluffy ones," he said to Milady, whose little tank he had moved back to the counter so that he could have company while he worked. "It's like a cuddle for your toes! You know. If you have toes."
So, that was Sparkle's frame of mind today.
[OOC: Open! OCD-free!]