Strokes of Genius, Thursday (February 4)
Some people were smart and stayed in their rooms, or went to the clinic, when they got sick. Katchoo was the one who went to work, bitching not-so-under her breath the entire way (about insane vice-principals and stupid allergies and whoever was to blame for the invention of the cacao bean), stormed into the shop, and slouched behind the counter with a large-format sketchbook.
Could she really help it if lifelike renderings of massive M&M carnage in colored pencil were that cathartic?
No. Didn't think so.
[OOC: I can't throw the phone out the window, so I threw the OCD instead. Open shop is open, if you want to get the chocolate fever.]
Could she really help it if lifelike renderings of massive M&M carnage in colored pencil were that cathartic?
No. Didn't think so.
[OOC: I can't throw the phone out the window, so I threw the OCD instead. Open shop is open, if you want to get the chocolate fever.]