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fandomtownies2018-11-04 08:25 am
myownface) wrote in fandomtownies2018-11-04 08:25 am
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Demon Marcus, Sunday
Sparkle was in a good damn mood today, yes. The dates last night had been fun - nothing had really come of them, but he hadn't realized just how badly he'd needed to get the hell out and about and socialize for a little while. And now he was at work, considering his stock, putting most of the leftover Halloween stuff away and pulling a few costumes that caught his eye to the side to pick apart or alter later.
He was maybe a little bit anxious about tonight, given the whole 'date with Hernando' thing, but he was starting to get the impression that Hernando would be easy to please, and he was pretty confident that what he picked for the evening wasn't going to be, like, outright a no or anything.
He bounced on his toes as he stood behind the till, counting the minutes. Why did work shifts go so damn long when you were waiting for something to come after them, anyway?
[OOC: Open! OCD-free!]
He was maybe a little bit anxious about tonight, given the whole 'date with Hernando' thing, but he was starting to get the impression that Hernando would be easy to please, and he was pretty confident that what he picked for the evening wasn't going to be, like, outright a no or anything.
He bounced on his toes as he stood behind the till, counting the minutes. Why did work shifts go so damn long when you were waiting for something to come after them, anyway?
[OOC: Open! OCD-free!]