fandomtownies | Pixie Dust; Thursday [11/21].

Boc was in the store that day, but you might not have realized it when first walking in, because Boc was, unfortunately, a bit....well, stuck at the moment.

It was really quite tragic. There had been a new shipment of winter coats arriving at the shop that day, and he'd very foolishly decided he'd simply try to carry a large mound of them over to the front to put them on display better. He had deeply underestimated the weight of such fine warm coats, and only got a few feet before he realized the error of his ways. His arms and legs shook a little bit in warning, but before he could even cry out for help from the cashier, the pile of coats fell right onto him, burying him as effectively as a landslide.

So he would be spending a good amount of time trying to get himself out from under those coats, and if anyone wondered why the pile was making all those grunts and whimpers and appeals for assistance, well...

Although there were a few times when Boc wondered why he should even bother. It was rather comfy and warm here underneath the coats, perhaps he actually wouldn't mind staying...

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