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fandomtownies2016-12-15 11:26 am
intotheout) wrote in fandomtownies2016-12-15 11:26 am
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Post office, Thursday
Tip had been a little leery about coming into work today, you know, what with it being what the giant statue version of her was appearing to do in that other . . . universe, or whatever it was. But she'd done the sitting in dumb shock and not dealing with things, before, and it wasn't something she was proud of or wanted to let herself do again. So she was going to go to work, dammit.
Good thing she did, too, because she found a letter from J.Lo that had fallen out of the mail bag or something over the last couple months. It was a little comic strip telling her all about the drama of him attempting to rebuild the local community center again. He'd learned that cornstarch wasn't a great building material, but still wasn't doing too well with "maybe don't make it out of food". Or at least he was willing to pretend he wasn't, to make Tip laugh.
She and Bill read it over together two or three times, Tip giggling and Bill making happy little bubble shapes. It was just what they needed.
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Good thing she did, too, because she found a letter from J.Lo that had fallen out of the mail bag or something over the last couple months. It was a little comic strip telling her all about the drama of him attempting to rebuild the local community center again. He'd learned that cornstarch wasn't a great building material, but still wasn't doing too well with "maybe don't make it out of food". Or at least he was willing to pretend he wasn't, to make Tip laugh.
She and Bill read it over together two or three times, Tip giggling and Bill making happy little bubble shapes. It was just what they needed.
[Open!]