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fandomtownies2011-05-04 05:29 pm
politely-terse.livejournal.com) wrote in fandomtownies2011-05-04 05:29 pm
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Post Office, Wednesday
It was his first day at the new job.
Rude stood impassively behind the counter, watching all the other postal employees do their jobs. Mail came in, mail was sorted, and mail went out. There didn't seem to be a good time or place in the process for Rude to open, read, and re-seal interesting-looking letters, which made him grumpy. Not that you could tell -- his expression was just the same as always.
Aside from inconveniently preventing him from spying on people, there seemed to be something else... odd about the employees. He couldn't figure out just what, and wasn't sure he cared. Fandom would be Fandom, after all.
For the moment, anyway, the job was more or less a lot of standing around and waiting. Rude was good at that.
Rude stood impassively behind the counter, watching all the other postal employees do their jobs. Mail came in, mail was sorted, and mail went out. There didn't seem to be a good time or place in the process for Rude to open, read, and re-seal interesting-looking letters, which made him grumpy. Not that you could tell -- his expression was just the same as always.
Aside from inconveniently preventing him from spying on people, there seemed to be something else... odd about the employees. He couldn't figure out just what, and wasn't sure he cared. Fandom would be Fandom, after all.
For the moment, anyway, the job was more or less a lot of standing around and waiting. Rude was good at that.