Laszlo Cravensworth (
fortworeasons) wrote in
fandomtownies2022-05-12 08:08 am
Entry tags:
Caritas | Thursday Evening
It was truly a miracle that Laszlo had made his way behind the bar tonight.
He had no idea what was happening, but for days now, slumber had entirely eluded him. He'd checked his small store of ancestral soil and all was well there, so clearly the easy answer wasn't the right one, and he was too tired to think of a less-easy answer.
It had been days since he'd been able to fly, or turn into a bat, or hypnotize anyone. As it was, it took him several tries to remain upright behind the bar before ultimately asking Tino to drag a stool around so Laszlo could slouch in it.
Yes. Asked. He'd had to ask. This was such bullshit.
Special
...he'd also forgotten to write a special, but it seemed like far too much effort to correct, at this point. He'd have to get down from his stool.
[open, and I'm too actual-RL-tired to look for a gif, so it's OCD-free, too.]
He had no idea what was happening, but for days now, slumber had entirely eluded him. He'd checked his small store of ancestral soil and all was well there, so clearly the easy answer wasn't the right one, and he was too tired to think of a less-easy answer.
It had been days since he'd been able to fly, or turn into a bat, or hypnotize anyone. As it was, it took him several tries to remain upright behind the bar before ultimately asking Tino to drag a stool around so Laszlo could slouch in it.
Yes. Asked. He'd had to ask. This was such bullshit.
...he'd also forgotten to write a special, but it seemed like far too much effort to correct, at this point. He'd have to get down from his stool.
[open, and I'm too actual-RL-tired to look for a gif, so it's OCD-free, too.]
