Skin looks tight, think I just might have to...
WHO: Tieria Erde darth_veda and Jan Valentine bitchin_beanie
WHAT: Tieria probably shouldn't walk alone at night...
WHERE: Junkhouse Ramen
WHEN: Day 399
It was late, and as a respected manager of the bedraggled little ramen hut, Tieria was obligated to stay after hours to clean up after its messy workers...Or that's what he told himself. In truth, he just didn't want to walk all the way back home with Lyle. Tensions had been high between the two of them, and it certainly didn't help that they lived and worked together on a daily basis. And so Tieria would visit Neil at the White Bun Cafe, take walks on his own, or just stay late at work, like he was doing tonight.
The only light currently on in the building flickered over Tieria's head as he efficiently chopped and prepared various vegetables in preparation for the next day's business. In a slip-up caused by the inadequate lighting, Tieria cut his finger deeply enough to sully the fresh veggies with droplets of blood.
"What a waste..." He scoffed at his carelessness and swept the contaminated onions into the garbage, haphazardly wrapped a nearby rag around his finger and placed the remaining usable ingredients into the ice box for the night. Deciding that his peak productivity hours had long past, Tieria decided to pack up and head home.
Getting out the door was the most difficult task, as once the kitchen lamp was turned off, the building was completely empty, quiet, and dark. With his canvas bag swung over his shoulder, the bespectacled Innovator began to grope his way through the cluttered restaurant toward the door.
WHAT: Tieria probably shouldn't walk alone at night...
WHERE: Junkhouse Ramen
WHEN: Day 399
It was late, and as a respected manager of the bedraggled little ramen hut, Tieria was obligated to stay after hours to clean up after its messy workers...Or that's what he told himself. In truth, he just didn't want to walk all the way back home with Lyle. Tensions had been high between the two of them, and it certainly didn't help that they lived and worked together on a daily basis. And so Tieria would visit Neil at the White Bun Cafe, take walks on his own, or just stay late at work, like he was doing tonight.
The only light currently on in the building flickered over Tieria's head as he efficiently chopped and prepared various vegetables in preparation for the next day's business. In a slip-up caused by the inadequate lighting, Tieria cut his finger deeply enough to sully the fresh veggies with droplets of blood.
"What a waste..." He scoffed at his carelessness and swept the contaminated onions into the garbage, haphazardly wrapped a nearby rag around his finger and placed the remaining usable ingredients into the ice box for the night. Deciding that his peak productivity hours had long past, Tieria decided to pack up and head home.
Getting out the door was the most difficult task, as once the kitchen lamp was turned off, the building was completely empty, quiet, and dark. With his canvas bag swung over his shoulder, the bespectacled Innovator began to grope his way through the cluttered restaurant toward the door.