Turtle & Canary; Friday [01/05].

[special_rabbit]

Well, it was a good thing Amaya was finally feeling confident about her lesson plans for her class this semester, because when she got into the shop today, it was pretty clear that she wouldn't be having a lot of free time on her hands to tweak it and brush it up.

"What do you mean, 100 cases of Nutella? I thought I ordered ten."

But apparently Amaya's gloved blacksmith hands weren't too good at more delicate typing into computers and she'd gone just slightly heavy on the zero key without realizing.

"Zards," she murmured, then shrugged her shoulders and looked at Apu. "Well, you know what that means."

SPECIAL SALE! This week only!
Nutella, Buy one, get two free!

If that didn't help move them, then she didn't know what will. She just hoped people noticed it, because she'd also added a HELP WANTED sign to the window, along with her usual BUSINESS FOR SALE sign, and now the window was just looking really cluttered.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Hazelnut
Chocolate
Red

Turtle & Canary is open!

The Perk, Friday Morning

[1000yearstoolate]

The staff might glare at her, but at least they served decent tea now. Seivarden had decided to be content with that. Sometimes it was nice to get out of the apartment, and this was the closest thing the island had to a tea house.

There were so many things she preferred not to think about, in fact most things that concerned herself and her current situation. The only solution to that she could come up with right now, was to focus on feeling miserable and inwardly judging everyone who passed by outside the window. Even Seivarden knew this was childish, which left her feeling even more miserable.

She considered getting some kind of pastry, until she realized how it had probably been made. She wished she hadn't thought about that either.

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Groovy Tunes, Friday

[rebelseekspizza]

All of their houseguests were gone. As was all the fraught drama that Ezra's presence had brought.

Dante missed even that.

Because right now, working his shift on his own, his treacherous brain kept flashing back to a few weeks ago. White hair. Demons. His own blood circling down the drain. What it meant. What it didn't mean. What...

He was sitting behind the counter, plucking away at the strings of an electric guitar. But his attention kept slipping away from him to other stuff. Stuff he didn't want to think about.

Dante muttered a curse under his breath and got up to go digging for the loudest aggrotech album he could find.

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