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fandomtownies2011-07-09 08:20 pm
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Fixer-Uppers, Sunday
Jim had nearly outright refused to come in to work today. After all, what good was a repair shop where the employee on shift didn't even have hands?
Or, for that matter, one where he as so stupidly short that he couldn't see over the counter. The wings kind of managed to make up for that. A little. But it wasn't like he had any idea what he was doing with them, and he'd ended up knocking over a few things with a pair of hopelessly flailing hind legs before he'd just given up and landed on the counter.
He was pretty tiny. The counter would hold him.
"Because I'm not already short enough when I'm not a pony," he grumbled, before sitting down and trying to work a screwdriver with his mouth.
[Open, and OCD-free!]
Or, for that matter, one where he as so stupidly short that he couldn't see over the counter. The wings kind of managed to make up for that. A little. But it wasn't like he had any idea what he was doing with them, and he'd ended up knocking over a few things with a pair of hopelessly flailing hind legs before he'd just given up and landed on the counter.
He was pretty tiny. The counter would hold him.
"Because I'm not already short enough when I'm not a pony," he grumbled, before sitting down and trying to work a screwdriver with his mouth.
[Open, and OCD-free!]