Pixie Dust, Tuesday, 6/24
Tuesday, June 24th, 2008 08:11 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
The shopboy seemed a little preoccupied, as though his mind was not entirely with his duties as he went through the motions of opening the store. It was full of Tokyo and hell and guns and monsters and Yurika and a thousand other things, and shirts and bags could scarcely budge that.
He took a seat behind the counter and started writing in his notebook, working on a list of his options for after graduation. He knew that it was a year away and he'd no doubt just do what seemed best then, quite possibly something not yet imagined, but it made him feel better to pretend to plan.
Pixie Dust was open.
[OOC: OCD-free.]
He took a seat behind the counter and started writing in his notebook, working on a list of his options for after graduation. He knew that it was a year away and he'd no doubt just do what seemed best then, quite possibly something not yet imagined, but it made him feel better to pretend to plan.
Pixie Dust was open.
[OOC: OCD-free.]