Syndulla Scrap; Tuesday [07/16].

[howareyanow]

Well, it was Tuesday, and other than suspecting that the place might be overrun with weird pink flying snake things that ate pancakes (of which he'd only seen the one, so, not much an invasion there), Wayne hadn't noticed anything too off or amiss aorund the place, which, in and of itself, seemed off and amiss.

He was generally trying not to think about it, as he did with most of these things, which worked out well, because Tuesdays were a good day for not thinking, since he had some classes and then he had work, and there was plenty of scrap that needed to be moved from here to here and, you know what? He was in a good mood, too, so he was just going to go ahead and maybe do some discipline lessons with the bitey bits, because he missed his dogs back home, and they were, at the moment, the closest thing he had to them, and he did get the one to be more polite about asking for pieces of scrap to munch on, so that was a great start, and a day spent working with...er, well, sort-of animals...was a day well spent!

And there was nothing off or amiss about that!

Syndulla Scrap is open!