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fandomtownies2021-09-20 11:44 am
existencemisspent) wrote in fandomtownies2021-09-20 11:44 am
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The Magic Box, Monday
Right, well. As promised, Eliot's little conversation at the bar on Saturday night had led to some truly spectacular nightmares. Enough that Eliot had decided last night to simply not sleep and see how that worked.
Which led to him squinting unhappily around the shop, clutching a cup of coffee during his first ever shift working (*shudder*) retail.
"Right, well. Let's make sure our darling new-to-witchcraft boss hasn't managed to set up any accidentally curse-like arrangements," he muttered. And sat down behind the counter.
And stayed there.
Look, if she hadn't managed to curse herself yet, she was probably doing fine. His time was clearly better spent sitting behind the counter, having a vague staring contest with a weirdly manic little Halloween cat sculpture.
[open! Fair warning, the linked thread involves a description of canon trauma and reference to poor coping mechanisms]
Which led to him squinting unhappily around the shop, clutching a cup of coffee during his first ever shift working (*shudder*) retail.
"Right, well. Let's make sure our darling new-to-witchcraft boss hasn't managed to set up any accidentally curse-like arrangements," he muttered. And sat down behind the counter.
And stayed there.
Look, if she hadn't managed to curse herself yet, she was probably doing fine. His time was clearly better spent sitting behind the counter, having a vague staring contest with a weirdly manic little Halloween cat sculpture.
[open! Fair warning, the linked thread involves a description of canon trauma and reference to poor coping mechanisms]