Strokes of Genius, Thursday (October 29)
Katchoo's mood, as she opened the store today, managed to be simultaneously better and more grim than it had been yesterday. For the second she blamed pretty much the last couple of days but more immediately the class she'd just had.
For the first she mostly blamed Arthur. Emphasis on the word choice of 'blame' there.
However well-placed or not that might be, she was at least managing to sketch today, even if the page she was filling up consisted of a largely abstract design, all sharp angles and abrupt turns and heavy shading with the softest charcoals. The poor counter was going to be a mess by lunchtime, at this rate.
See, this was why there was a sink and that industrial-strength Goop soap in back.
[OOC: I'm trying to make the OCD stay home and tend to my stoves in Cafe World. Post is of course open, or will be once I get back online in about an hour.]
For the first she mostly blamed Arthur. Emphasis on the word choice of 'blame' there.
However well-placed or not that might be, she was at least managing to sketch today, even if the page she was filling up consisted of a largely abstract design, all sharp angles and abrupt turns and heavy shading with the softest charcoals. The poor counter was going to be a mess by lunchtime, at this rate.
See, this was why there was a sink and that industrial-strength Goop soap in back.
[OOC: I'm trying to make the OCD stay home and tend to my stoves in Cafe World. Post is of course open, or will be once I get back online in about an hour.]