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fandomtownies2021-04-05 04:44 am
somethingwithturquoise) wrote in fandomtownies2021-04-05 04:44 am
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Turtle & Canary; Monday [04/05].
After a weekend back home and a holiday without incident, Summer had just gotten back that morning, with enough time to drop off her things and check in on Pancakes before heading over to the store, a walk which still gave plenty of time for the slight alteration in the air to start having an effect and, eventually, take over enough that she found herself thoroughly distracted from her usual Monday morning tasks.
"Like, seriously, Apu," she leaned on the counter a little with her eyes on him in a sort of wide-eyed marvel, "have you been working out?"
Apu, who thankfully had built up an incredibly immunity to this sort of thing (this year, anyway), just sort of paused in his sweeping of the floor, and looked around to see if Summer was maybe talking to a different Apu.
"Or maybe a new haircut?" Summer's head tilted thoughtfully. "I don't know. There just seems to be something really different about you today. Something almost kinda se--"
It was at that moment that the weight of realization fell on her, eyes widening as sudden flashbacks of needing to lock Tino in the office at Caritas played behind them, and she knew exactly what was different and it had nothing to do with Apu himself.
"You know what?" Summer decided, pushing herself up off the counter where...oh, god, Shunsui was constantly lounging on, spread out, his robes open for a hint of that hairy che--
"You know what hasn't been done in probably, like, forever? A deep inventory of the back room. You know, the really big one back there that will probably take, like, literally all day if not all week? Yeah, I haven't done that in a while? I'mma go do that right now? So if anyone, like, needs me," ohgod, that was unnecessarily throaty and suggestive for one word right now, "yeah, no. Tell them I'm busy. I mean, unless it's Barry. Wait! No! That'll probably be, like, a million times worse, ohgod, brain, why...okay, I'm...just...back room. Inventory. Stock. Okay. BYE."
Look, once she got to the back stock room, she'd probably remember about some of the...activities that occassionally went on there, but you know what? At least back there she wouldn't be confronted with sudden onslaught of ideas that suggested she could totally get into lumpy middle-aged dad bods...
Today's Squishy Flavors
Chocolate
Oysters
Red
Turtle & Canary is open!
[[and actually rocking some OCD today ]]
"Like, seriously, Apu," she leaned on the counter a little with her eyes on him in a sort of wide-eyed marvel, "have you been working out?"
Apu, who thankfully had built up an incredibly immunity to this sort of thing (this year, anyway), just sort of paused in his sweeping of the floor, and looked around to see if Summer was maybe talking to a different Apu.
"Or maybe a new haircut?" Summer's head tilted thoughtfully. "I don't know. There just seems to be something really different about you today. Something almost kinda se--"
It was at that moment that the weight of realization fell on her, eyes widening as sudden flashbacks of needing to lock Tino in the office at Caritas played behind them, and she knew exactly what was different and it had nothing to do with Apu himself.
"You know what?" Summer decided, pushing herself up off the counter where...oh, god, Shunsui was constantly lounging on, spread out, his robes open for a hint of that hairy che--
"You know what hasn't been done in probably, like, forever? A deep inventory of the back room. You know, the really big one back there that will probably take, like, literally all day if not all week? Yeah, I haven't done that in a while? I'mma go do that right now? So if anyone, like, needs me," ohgod, that was unnecessarily throaty and suggestive for one word right now, "yeah, no. Tell them I'm busy. I mean, unless it's Barry. Wait! No! That'll probably be, like, a million times worse, ohgod, brain, why...okay, I'm...just...back room. Inventory. Stock. Okay. BYE."
Look, once she got to the back stock room, she'd probably remember about some of the...activities that occassionally went on there, but you know what? At least back there she wouldn't be confronted with sudden onslaught of ideas that suggested she could totally get into lumpy middle-aged dad bods...
Chocolate
Oysters
Red
Turtle & Canary is open!
[[and actually rocking some OCD today ]]