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Demon Marcus, Sunday
Sunday, September 3rd, 2017 10:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
myownfaceIn the end, Sparkle had managed to get the insurance company to cooperate. It had involved a lot of arguing, and a fair bit of 'Let me TELL YOU about my week,' but whatever he'd done had apparently worked. Which was good, because looking into the shop to see what the contractors had done with the place, Sparkle wasn't completely certain he would be able to recoup the cost of repairs out of his own pocket within his lifetime.
The back room was just... gone. Gone, taking the burn barrel along with it. The staircase to the upstairs apartment was still there, but there was shelving on it for folded jeans to make the whole thing somewhat less conspicuous. Upstairs was going to be his new storage space, then. The dressing rooms were larger, the floorspace was larger, and there was a proper work table near the counter for tailoring that - shut up - kind of made his heart sing a little. The place still smelled a bit like fresh paint (by far a better smell than fish), and there was a layer of sawdust settled in that Sparkle was going to spend the better part of the morning vacuuming up, but...
... But it was a functional business space again. He put a sign out saying that the shop would open an hour late today so that he could clear out the dust, and he'd still be stocking shelves if anybody came in, but yeah. Demon Marcus was open.
And Sparkle desperately needed a nap.
The back room was just... gone. Gone, taking the burn barrel along with it. The staircase to the upstairs apartment was still there, but there was shelving on it for folded jeans to make the whole thing somewhat less conspicuous. Upstairs was going to be his new storage space, then. The dressing rooms were larger, the floorspace was larger, and there was a proper work table near the counter for tailoring that - shut up - kind of made his heart sing a little. The place still smelled a bit like fresh paint (by far a better smell than fish), and there was a layer of sawdust settled in that Sparkle was going to spend the better part of the morning vacuuming up, but...
... But it was a functional business space again. He put a sign out saying that the shop would open an hour late today so that he could clear out the dust, and he'd still be stocking shelves if anybody came in, but yeah. Demon Marcus was open.
And Sparkle desperately needed a nap.