004 :: no. more. meat. on sticks.

[nobodysheroine]

Out of both of my places of employment, rather than the lovely, loungey bookstore with the comfy chairs and hours worth of guaranteed in-store entertainment, the Powers that Be decided to teleport me here.  To the kabob stand.

The tiny. 
Cramped. 
Meat-laden. 
Oil-coated. 
Cumin-overdosed. 
Kabob stand.

I'd say thank goodness for small mercies that

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[moonlit_mirage]

I seem unaffected, Ran-san, if you would like someone to come by at some point and keep you company in your kabob-laden misery.

[nobodysheroine]

You're not at the bookstore?

[moonlit_mirage]

Not being kept in it like Lavender-san and the others, no. If you need anything Argent-san can not provide I would be happy to help, I have been trying to fetch things for our bookish co-workers as well.

CURIOUS RAN IS MOST DEFINITELY CURIOUS.

[nobodysheroine]

How did you manage that?

IT'S A SOCK THING, THE SAILBOATS MEAN FREEEEEEEDOM

[moonlit_mirage]

Perhaps my sleeping attired was simply not embarrassing enough to warrant being transported to work and forced to remain there?