Stark Industries- Sunday

[thatwaslucky]

The employees at Stark Industry had seemed to have a few issues with the Starbucks gremlins as of late, and today the kiosk was fully manned (gremlinned?) and there was a suggestion box on the counter next to the tip jar.

She felt like that was going to bring them some trouble, but they also probably knew that? Hopefully?

[open!]

J,GoB; Sunday Morning [01/12].

[beautiful_boc]

As much as he was wont to stay huddled and hidden in his shop to pass the days, especially in this colder weather, Boc was still going to try and make it into the bakery for his usual Sunday treat. It was really the only thing that had him even keeping up with the passage of time as it was kept here, and there was such a nice ritual to it that he truly did feel off when he'd missed it for one reason or anything.

Plus, the cinnamon rolls were delicious, and they'd given him one with sprinkles this time, which was a lot of fun. And much better than when they gave him ones with extra icing, since that icing really did make a terrible mess of his paws and he did try to be nice and neat when he ate.

Although he still preferred using his claws over a fork.

It had also been so quiet lately that he was pretty confident he could sit there in his corner with his little torn-up pieces of pastry all by his comfortable lonesome, too. There might have even been some contented humming and headbobbing, although only the squirrels would likely be privy to that.

[[ open, of course! ]]

The Park, Sunday Afternoon

[ifwebeworthy]

Don's bad leg did best with regular exercise, so here he was, taking himself for a walk in the park for his health, even though the very act of doing so had raised some questions in his mind.

"If it's psychosomatic, why is it worse when it's cold?"

It is not psychosomatic. It is magical in origin.

"Same difference."

No.

"I'm not arguing about this right now." Not least because he was in public. At least it was sunny and above freezing?

(Open park is open!)