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fandomtownies2019-10-03 08:51 am
hernando_fuentes) wrote in fandomtownies2019-10-03 08:51 am
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T42 - Thursday 6am-6pm
Hernando went into the store to make sure everything was set up for the day and promptly blinked at the weather outside. The slushy sort of splattering sound coming down was reminiscent of sleet only.. thicker. Also more colorful. Also not disappearing when it hit the ground. "Is it raining gelatin?" he wondered, walking over to the window.
It appeared so.
"That's new," he murmured. He absently affixed the lock to the quokka door so they wouldn't go out and muck about in it, not that they seemed to be inclined to do anything other than hop around the store excitedly. Except for Dave, who was perched on the thick window ledge, glaring at outside as if it had personally offended him. Which it might have done. There was no knowing with Dave.
Hernando stopped to deliver some scritches to the grumpy churbling quokka. "I don't think we will have any customers today, my friend. You may have to help me eat those blueberry tarts." What a shame. Woe. Hernando sent a text to Sparkle to warn him about the weather on the off chance today was a manic distraction day; if he'd plans to go out, he might want to take a rain-check.
He didn't even see the unfortunate pun until after he sent it. Hernando sighed, it was just going to be that sort of day. Well, at least there was fine tea and delicious pastries.
[T42 is Open!]
It appeared so.
"That's new," he murmured. He absently affixed the lock to the quokka door so they wouldn't go out and muck about in it, not that they seemed to be inclined to do anything other than hop around the store excitedly. Except for Dave, who was perched on the thick window ledge, glaring at outside as if it had personally offended him. Which it might have done. There was no knowing with Dave.
Hernando stopped to deliver some scritches to the grumpy churbling quokka. "I don't think we will have any customers today, my friend. You may have to help me eat those blueberry tarts." What a shame. Woe. Hernando sent a text to Sparkle to warn him about the weather on the off chance today was a manic distraction day; if he'd plans to go out, he might want to take a rain-check.
He didn't even see the unfortunate pun until after he sent it. Hernando sighed, it was just going to be that sort of day. Well, at least there was fine tea and delicious pastries.
[T42 is Open!]