[[Wow, I so lose. This is from almost two weeks ago, I just got totally distracted and forgot to post it. So sorry Hana.]]It'd been a long, though reasonably pleasant day at work. Hana changed out of her clinic lab coat and into more comfortable clothes before heading two doors down the hall to apartment seven and knocking on the door. This ( Read more... )

There were always unexpected fruits to ones labors. Like finding the Ninja Turtle bandaids his Dad must have stockpiled and still gave to the little kids, being able to select store music on the days he opened at the Exchange, or managing to get his father out of an extraordinary outstanding parking ticket on a technicality (all the Modern Law ( Read more... )