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fandomtownies2007-09-02 09:12 pm
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Fandom Post Office: Late Sunday
Why was he at the Post Office on a Sunday? Moist had no idea.
There was no Gladys, seeing as she was off somewhere, doing whatever it was Golems did on their rest day. There was a Not Tiddles, who swiped at him from under the Sorting Engine, but he managed to avoid her.
Only to get smacked in the face with a letter that came shooting out of the Engine.
After a minute or two of cursing, and a glare for a very smug looking Not Tiddles, whom he now suspected had simply been trying to distract him, he picked it up and read the front. "The Sheriff again. Interesting. And urgent."
Getting in good with the local law had become something of a past-time for Moist. As he considered whether to deliver it or not - it was Sunday, after all - he was struck with the horrifying realisation that he actually quite liked the Sheriff.
"Wonderful," he muttered, and went to deliver it.
[ooc: merely establishy]
There was no Gladys, seeing as she was off somewhere, doing whatever it was Golems did on their rest day. There was a Not Tiddles, who swiped at him from under the Sorting Engine, but he managed to avoid her.
Only to get smacked in the face with a letter that came shooting out of the Engine.
After a minute or two of cursing, and a glare for a very smug looking Not Tiddles, whom he now suspected had simply been trying to distract him, he picked it up and read the front. "The Sheriff again. Interesting. And urgent."
Getting in good with the local law had become something of a past-time for Moist. As he considered whether to deliver it or not - it was Sunday, after all - he was struck with the horrifying realisation that he actually quite liked the Sheriff.
"Wonderful," he muttered, and went to deliver it.
[ooc: merely establishy]
