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fandomtownies2020-11-02 05:25 am
died8yearsago) wrote in fandomtownies2020-11-02 05:25 am
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Diaz & Ass., Monday [11/02].
"Excuse me?" asked the man, poking his head in through the door to the offices before cautiously entering. "But this is a detective agency, right?"
Rosa looked up from where she was editing together some clips from the security footage of the office for her class tomorrow, looked the pastorially disheveled youth up and down with a particular narrowing of her eyes at his staff. "Yeah. You need a detective?"
"I do," he said, gaining confidence as he moved in and took a seat across from her at the desk. "You see, I am a shepherd, by trade, and I've lost my sheep, and I don't know where to fi--"
"Out."
The shepherd blinked in surprise. "But I thought--"
"OUT!"
He stammered in confusion at the outburst, until Rosa slammed her hands on her desk, pushed herself up to her feet, and that was enough to get him moving out of the chair, and toward the door with an apology and a promise to look elsewhere.
Rosa glowered at the door a moment longer, before settling back into her chair with a sigh, rolling her eyes upward toward the ceiling.
"Bet you think you're real funny with that one," she murmured, to the island in general.
And it did. But not as funny as it felt after it sent at least three more sheepless shepherds through the door throughout the day, to a point where she was almost considering putting out a sign on the door that said "NOT an animal detective! Find your own damn sheep!"
Diaz & Ass is open!
Rosa looked up from where she was editing together some clips from the security footage of the office for her class tomorrow, looked the pastorially disheveled youth up and down with a particular narrowing of her eyes at his staff. "Yeah. You need a detective?"
"I do," he said, gaining confidence as he moved in and took a seat across from her at the desk. "You see, I am a shepherd, by trade, and I've lost my sheep, and I don't know where to fi--"
"Out."
The shepherd blinked in surprise. "But I thought--"
"OUT!"
He stammered in confusion at the outburst, until Rosa slammed her hands on her desk, pushed herself up to her feet, and that was enough to get him moving out of the chair, and toward the door with an apology and a promise to look elsewhere.
Rosa glowered at the door a moment longer, before settling back into her chair with a sigh, rolling her eyes upward toward the ceiling.
"Bet you think you're real funny with that one," she murmured, to the island in general.
And it did. But not as funny as it felt after it sent at least three more sheepless shepherds through the door throughout the day, to a point where she was almost considering putting out a sign on the door that said "NOT an animal detective! Find your own damn sheep!"
Diaz & Ass is open!