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fandomtownies2023-09-22 08:49 am
deathsmajesty) wrote in fandomtownies2023-09-22 08:49 am
Entry tags:
Infinite Consortium, Friday Afternoon
It is a fact universally acknowledged that, while peepers were a welcome sound in the early spring, signalling the end of winter was nigh, those little shits could get really loud and annoying after awhile. Not to the extent of summer's herald, the screaming cicada, put on this earth solely to offer humankind a little taste of madness, as a treat; but still, after several hours of listening to a chorus of peepers nearly non-stop, the insanity defense was definitely on the table for whatever crimes of passion one almost inevitably ended up committing.
Which was good, because Liliana Vess had a lot of passion and pretty much all of it was currently turned towards the desire to commit crimes of the most brutal and bloody sort.
Perhaps she could just set fire to the shop and start again once everything was slagged?
On the floor next to her desk was a shattered jar. And, like a plague, the interior of her shop was infested by tiny paper frogs singing their tiny paper throats out while Liliana contemplated ripping their tiny paper lungs out. And as if the peeping cacophony wasn't distracting enough, every few seconds her attention would be caught by movement out of the corner of her eye as one of the frogs would hop from one place or another.
It was all very distracting, and while she might have appreciated being prevented from overthinking - not that she had anything to overthink about and not that she would be doing that even if she had, which she most emphatically did not - any appreciation she might have felt had been shredded after the second consecutive hour of non-stop peeping, and those shreds set on fire after she opened her lunch (the box of remaining fruit tarts from Ignis yesterday) and found three frogs sitting on top of them.
No sign in the window today, but there were multiple paper frogs clinging to the glass!
[Open, OCD-free]
Which was good, because Liliana Vess had a lot of passion and pretty much all of it was currently turned towards the desire to commit crimes of the most brutal and bloody sort.
Perhaps she could just set fire to the shop and start again once everything was slagged?
On the floor next to her desk was a shattered jar. And, like a plague, the interior of her shop was infested by tiny paper frogs singing their tiny paper throats out while Liliana contemplated ripping their tiny paper lungs out. And as if the peeping cacophony wasn't distracting enough, every few seconds her attention would be caught by movement out of the corner of her eye as one of the frogs would hop from one place or another.
It was all very distracting, and while she might have appreciated being prevented from overthinking - not that she had anything to overthink about and not that she would be doing that even if she had, which she most emphatically did not - any appreciation she might have felt had been shredded after the second consecutive hour of non-stop peeping, and those shreds set on fire after she opened her lunch (the box of remaining fruit tarts from Ignis yesterday) and found three frogs sitting on top of them.
No sign in the window today, but there were multiple paper frogs clinging to the glass!
[Open, OCD-free]