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fandomtownies2014-05-23 09:02 am
myownface) wrote in fandomtownies2014-05-23 09:02 am
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Dite's Decadent Delights, Friday
So, on Wednesday, Sparkle had been in a great mood, and yesterday he had been feeling pretty chill. Of course it was only going to go downhill from there, wasn't it? He'd woken up this morning with a feeling of dread hanging over him like a hangman's axe (and a sore lip, which will happen when you get someone to stamp a hole through part of your face), and he'd spent every moment second-guessing himself since.
He'd looked in the mirror and immediately found himself wondering if he'd managed to permanently and hideously disfigure himself or something. And then he remembered that he had a job and he was two minutes late through the door at Dite's, which clearly meant that some mysterious manager was going to crawl out of the woodwork and tell him he was fired and any minute the cops would bust down the door and drag him away because he'd done so many illegal things even since coming to the island and somebody was probably keeping a running tally and today was awful.
If anyone needed anything particularly sexy today at Dite's, they could ask him and he'd trip over himself to be helpful, but mostly Sparkle was going to sit behind the counter with his knees up against his chest, trying not to freak out.
[Open, OCD-free!]
He'd looked in the mirror and immediately found himself wondering if he'd managed to permanently and hideously disfigure himself or something. And then he remembered that he had a job and he was two minutes late through the door at Dite's, which clearly meant that some mysterious manager was going to crawl out of the woodwork and tell him he was fired and any minute the cops would bust down the door and drag him away because he'd done so many illegal things even since coming to the island and somebody was probably keeping a running tally and today was awful.
If anyone needed anything particularly sexy today at Dite's, they could ask him and he'd trip over himself to be helpful, but mostly Sparkle was going to sit behind the counter with his knees up against his chest, trying not to freak out.
[Open, OCD-free!]