Pick Your Poison - Saturday
Saturday, October 27th, 2018 01:21 amFenris felt bad about not making it to work the week prior. In his defense, his roommate had been a snake and Fenris didn't feel a store full of scented goods - no matter how good they smelled to human senses - was an appropriate place for a snake who would taste them.
He was a little surprised at how clean it was. Someone had clearly been in and done some work.
He'd had the upcoming holiday explained to him and, while he didn't fully understand it, he was feeling festive.
Possibly puckish.
In either case, he had taken a black charcoal-infused bar of soap and an orange bar of soap and sliced them width-wise into many little sample size slices. He tied one of each color sample together with black and orange ribbon and arranged them neatly in a basket on the counter.
His writing wasn't good enough to produce a sign but he felt he'd do an adequate job explaining the tiny bundles were alternate hand-outs for the candy beggars who couldn't actually have candy.
Somewhere in the store, one of the items smelled strongly enough of frosted cake that it was perfuming the air even up to the counter. He did a walk about trying to find it, but couldn't pinpoint any one cake-scented item.
Sitting back, he began flipping through the catalog again, working on his reading and recognition.
[Open but SP! Birthday party to attend.]
He was a little surprised at how clean it was. Someone had clearly been in and done some work.
He'd had the upcoming holiday explained to him and, while he didn't fully understand it, he was feeling festive.
Possibly puckish.
In either case, he had taken a black charcoal-infused bar of soap and an orange bar of soap and sliced them width-wise into many little sample size slices. He tied one of each color sample together with black and orange ribbon and arranged them neatly in a basket on the counter.
His writing wasn't good enough to produce a sign but he felt he'd do an adequate job explaining the tiny bundles were alternate hand-outs for the candy beggars who couldn't actually have candy.
Somewhere in the store, one of the items smelled strongly enough of frosted cake that it was perfuming the air even up to the counter. He did a walk about trying to find it, but couldn't pinpoint any one cake-scented item.
Sitting back, he began flipping through the catalog again, working on his reading and recognition.
[Open but SP! Birthday party to attend.]