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J,GoB; Sunday Morning [11/10].
Sunday, November 10th, 2024 05:48 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
beautiful_bocAfter a week of working on adding capes to a plethora of snuggies at the shop, Boc had been feeling rather accomplished and proud of his handiwork, and was not only looking forward to his weekly cinnamon roll, but he was actually feeling quite a bit like he'd earned it. His long, clawed, fuzzy fingers danced eager in anticipation as he put in his order, and, when he received the treat, he let out a very appreciative bout of gratitude toward the servers and went eagerly loping over to his corner table to enjoy it.
But then he stopped, his attention caught by a particularly soft looking set of beanbag chairs just slightly off to the side of where he usually sat. Still against the wall, just not in the corner, though the did look comfortable, especially for a creature so prone to nesting as Boc was.
He gave a glance to his usual table.
He looked back toward the beanbags.
There was a small whimper for the distress of indecision, and apology offered to his usual table, and then, with no small swell of excitement, he changed course to settle comfortably in the beanbag chair, wriggling a little inside of it to get comfortable and wondering why he'd never noticed such lovely, comfortable chairs before!
He should get some for underneath the counter at the shop!
[[ work-related slowness very likely on my end, but the post is most certainly open for all your baked-good needs! ]]
But then he stopped, his attention caught by a particularly soft looking set of beanbag chairs just slightly off to the side of where he usually sat. Still against the wall, just not in the corner, though the did look comfortable, especially for a creature so prone to nesting as Boc was.
He gave a glance to his usual table.
He looked back toward the beanbags.
There was a small whimper for the distress of indecision, and apology offered to his usual table, and then, with no small swell of excitement, he changed course to settle comfortably in the beanbag chair, wriggling a little inside of it to get comfortable and wondering why he'd never noticed such lovely, comfortable chairs before!
He should get some for underneath the counter at the shop!
[[ work-related slowness very likely on my end, but the post is most certainly open for all your baked-good needs! ]]