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fandomtownies2024-09-20 10:34 am
fears_no_one) wrote in fandomtownies2024-09-20 10:34 am
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The Ink Spot, Friday, September 20, 2024
Tiny flags for Belize, Malta, and St. Kitts & Nevis were on the counter today to celebrate their independence days this week. Flint was not in his normal chair by the window today, though: he was in a faceoff with squirrels waving black flags at him. He took another step back from their enthusiasm, frowning. "You're not fucking taking over my shop," he told them. "That's not how piracy works."
The squirrel continued waving their flags.
"I've killed others for much, much less," he warned, eyes going hard.
The squirrels immediately fled, leaving their tiny bottles of rum behind.
"What the hell is wrong with this place?" Flint muttered, cleaning them up before someone came in and stepped on them.
The book store is open and still unwise to yesterday being Talk Like a Pirate Day.
The squirrel continued waving their flags.
"I've killed others for much, much less," he warned, eyes going hard.
The squirrels immediately fled, leaving their tiny bottles of rum behind.
"What the hell is wrong with this place?" Flint muttered, cleaning them up before someone came in and stepped on them.
The book store is open and still unwise to yesterday being Talk Like a Pirate Day.