Magic Box, Thursday, 1/27
Thursday, January 27th, 2011 09:49 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Despite what his owner (and owner-in-law) had threatened the week before, Mr. Moxy was not wearing a dapper fedora and spats as he prowled the Magic Box aisles. Tara, it must be admitted, had tried for a scarf, but he'd neatly removed it with his paws before she got out of her dorm room.
He stalked tiny dust bunnies as Tara relaxed at the counter with a mug of tea and yet another book on possession. The topic was likely to remain a preoccupation for a while.
[OOC: Open shop, no OCD. My office is closed until noon, yay.]
He stalked tiny dust bunnies as Tara relaxed at the counter with a mug of tea and yet another book on possession. The topic was likely to remain a preoccupation for a while.
[OOC: Open shop, no OCD. My office is closed until noon, yay.]