Strokes of Genius, Thursday
And wouldn't you know it, Katchoo hadn't heard the radio last night. Her timing was awesome like that.
So it was in to work after classes as usual, to mope somewhere other than in her room or on the roof or any of her usual dormbound places. Work, where there was a still kind of gross baseball bat left over from the harpy invasion, stowed beneath the counter, and now Katchoo listlessly drawing beside the register.
Woooooo.
The enthusiasm level in here was just awesome today.
[OOC: The only thing the OCD knew how to do was to keep on keepin' on like a bird that flew. Open, zombie visitors welcome, no biting please. :)]
So it was in to work after classes as usual, to mope somewhere other than in her room or on the roof or any of her usual dormbound places. Work, where there was a still kind of gross baseball bat left over from the harpy invasion, stowed beneath the counter, and now Katchoo listlessly drawing beside the register.
Woooooo.
The enthusiasm level in here was just awesome today.
[OOC: The only thing the OCD knew how to do was to keep on keepin' on like a bird that flew. Open, zombie visitors welcome, no biting please. :)]