Strokes of Genius, Wednesday
So far, Katchoo didn't feel like this week had much going for it; having the cashier at J,GoB screw up her order this morning hadn't done much to improve the trend. So she was grumbling and a few minutes late (which Clocky, following along behind her, kept reminding her) by the time she got to the store with a bag of assorted danishes, and coffee in a thermal flask.
It wasn't as if the grumbling was a surprise or anything though, now, was it?
Buying a couple of new sketchbooks made her feel a little better, at least, to say nothing of taking pencils to one of them seconds later.
[OOC: Seems like OCD never comes to no good up on Choctaw Ridge. Or in here.]
It wasn't as if the grumbling was a surprise or anything though, now, was it?
Buying a couple of new sketchbooks made her feel a little better, at least, to say nothing of taking pencils to one of them seconds later.
[OOC: Seems like OCD never comes to no good up on Choctaw Ridge. Or in here.]