fandomtownies | Groovy Tunes, Tuesday

Rosa had gotten a whole zero amount of sleep last night, and as such was yawning it up at the checkout counter today rather than working on any of her murals. Her music choice for the day, while loud, wasn't actually helping her stay awake, but it wasn't exactly putting her to sleep, either.

Anyone who came in to shop would find her scrunched into a chair by the cash register, one foot on the counter, the other propped on her knee, as she idly colored in various little blobs and patches on her chuck taylors with sharpies and sang.

"In my shoes
Walking sleep
In my youth, I pray to keep
Heaven send
Hell away
No one sings like you anymore. . . ."

Groovy Tunes was open.