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fandomtownies2013-05-26 08:41 am
myownface) wrote in fandomtownies2013-05-26 08:41 am
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Demon Marcus, Sunday
It was Sunday. Sparkle was at work. Sparkle was bored.
Also, grass was green and water was wet, at least usually. You really never could be sure with this place, could you?
But, yeah. Boredom. And he'd done everything he could think of to try to quell that boredom. He'd sorted all of the clothes on the racks by size. And then by colour. And then by price. And then by all three, so that he had clothes within certain price ranges, in little arrays of rainbows along the racks, all separated by size. And then he'd put them all back where they'd started from in the first place.
And then he went and dusted the whole damn place. And unloaded a shipment of skinny jeans (and set aside a pair for himself, because whatever, why not?). And then he started trying on clothes with weird concessions for odd bits of inhuman anatomy. The hole in the ass for a tail wasn't so bad, but he gave up trying to figure out which sleeves to put his arms through on the shirt that was clearly made for some sort of squid-person.
Then there was the spontaneous musical number, where he danced across the store with a mannequin in a pink-checked vest and a matching hat, pretending that maybe the mannequin would come to life after dark to have grand adventures inside the store and nobody knew better because they took off like their asses were on fire after their shifts let out.
And then, because all of that only covered about the first hour and a half of his shift, he draped himself dramatically over the counter and complained while he painted his nails in rainbow colours.
Sparkle's life was hard, okay?
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Also, grass was green and water was wet, at least usually. You really never could be sure with this place, could you?
But, yeah. Boredom. And he'd done everything he could think of to try to quell that boredom. He'd sorted all of the clothes on the racks by size. And then by colour. And then by price. And then by all three, so that he had clothes within certain price ranges, in little arrays of rainbows along the racks, all separated by size. And then he'd put them all back where they'd started from in the first place.
And then he went and dusted the whole damn place. And unloaded a shipment of skinny jeans (and set aside a pair for himself, because whatever, why not?). And then he started trying on clothes with weird concessions for odd bits of inhuman anatomy. The hole in the ass for a tail wasn't so bad, but he gave up trying to figure out which sleeves to put his arms through on the shirt that was clearly made for some sort of squid-person.
Then there was the spontaneous musical number, where he danced across the store with a mannequin in a pink-checked vest and a matching hat, pretending that maybe the mannequin would come to life after dark to have grand adventures inside the store and nobody knew better because they took off like their asses were on fire after their shifts let out.
And then, because all of that only covered about the first hour and a half of his shift, he draped himself dramatically over the counter and complained while he painted his nails in rainbow colours.
Sparkle's life was hard, okay?
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But at least his nails are pretty. He's going to start on his toes soon, too, if this day drags on any longer.
OOC!