J,GoB, Sunday Morning [06/02].

[beautiful_boc]

When Boc hobbled his way through the door of the bakery that morning, like usual, like regular routine, there was already someone at the register making an order, so he'd had to wait a bit. The person was taking a rather long time to decide, which started to make Boc feel a bit impatient; after all, he knew exactly what he wanted! Wildly, he almost thought of saying something about the wait, but, of course, he would never actually say anything! So, instead, he waited, and he let his attention drift over some of the other lovely desserts in the case, contemplating perhaps maybe deviating from his usual cinnamon roll this week to try something new.

Finally, the customer before him had settled on their choices, and Boc had entertained an idea that he did not follow through with, especially when the cashier smiled at him and asked "Your usual today, Mr. Boc?" and that filled him with such a bewildered sense of wonder that such a question would apply to him and that someone would see him as much as the staff here did and still smile about it that he couldn't do anything but bob his head in response with a wavering little, "Y-yes. Yes, please. Of course. My....usual...."

He managed to hold it back while he waited for them to get it and on his way to the corner to stake a claim to his usual table. But once he settled into his usual chair and started to carefully, meticulously pull the cinnamon roll into smaller bites, as usual, he had to smile a little to himself.

Which was, of course, quite unusual, but perhaps it was starting to become considerably less so.

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