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fandomtownies2005-11-29 03:28 pm
cabal-boone.livejournal.com) wrote in fandomtownies2005-11-29 03:28 pm
Red's is open
Aaron opens the shop at it's standard time of 9am. There's no sign of Red. Aaron shrugged and assumed Red was off doing mayor things, and went about setting up for the day.
The shop seemed eerily quiet, with neither Red nor the pups around, and Aaron found he kind of missed the noise. Or the company. Or the noise and the company. He frowned, trying to remember when he'd become such a social creature, but eventually shrugged it off. He was at work. This was the time to do work-things and inject ink under people's skin for pay. This was not the place to brood.
He could brood later. At home. In private. With no witnesses. For now, he pasted a congenial look on his face and awaited customers. Or visitors. Or mini Yetis with mischief on their mind. Something. Anything.
[ooc: LJ is still a h0r and I'm not getting notifies. But I'm here! Really! If needed, I can be poked at FHCabalBoone on AIM]
The shop seemed eerily quiet, with neither Red nor the pups around, and Aaron found he kind of missed the noise. Or the company. Or the noise and the company. He frowned, trying to remember when he'd become such a social creature, but eventually shrugged it off. He was at work. This was the time to do work-things and inject ink under people's skin for pay. This was not the place to brood.
He could brood later. At home. In private. With no witnesses. For now, he pasted a congenial look on his face and awaited customers. Or visitors. Or mini Yetis with mischief on their mind. Something. Anything.
[ooc: LJ is still a h0r and I'm not getting notifies. But I'm here! Really! If needed, I can be poked at FHCabalBoone on AIM]