*So, it's Sunday. During the day, that weird store with the folks that look like Samasus is busy as ever-- especially with the addition of extra "employees"-- hey, there's even some customers too. The ticking is prominent from the wall of clocks behind the counter, and every plant looks fresh
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Do you mind, madam?
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I have no idea what you're speaking of. Please, stop your foolishness.
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I find nothing wrong with it. I think you are over-reacting, madam.
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*... damn he's cold to your obvious illness.*
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Either you chose the worst location in the universe for your shop, as far as physics is concerned, or there's a volcanic pocket under it.
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::Just ughs and starts shashaying away, with a sign planted deep in your concrete.::
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... ... once he determines that no one normal is going to see or care within the next few minutes, he goes ahead and cuts through what's supporting the sign from the concrete with his claws, letting it drop. He then picks it up with perfectly normal hands, dragging it into the store.*
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