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fandomtownies2009-06-07 11:53 am
notasuiciderisk.livejournal.com) wrote in fandomtownies2009-06-07 11:53 am
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Pixie Dust, Sunday
Eric was there for his shift when it started on Sunday -- in fact, he'd been there most of the day before, and all night. Because he'd been a mouse.
It was not that long into the scheduled start of his shift when he was, suddenly, no longer a mouse. ... And decidedly lacking in clothes. "That motherfucking son of a bitchface whoremonger," he swore, the minute he could speak again. He started to daydream gleefully of what he might learn to do with a sword, should Arthur continue to give him lessons, as he began grabbing clothes for himself. He'd mark down his purchases with a note of explanation for Romeo, and bring the money by on his next shift.
Unbeknownst to him, whether through human error or some vagary of Fandom, the door was unlocked.
[Plz to be waiting for OCD is up!]
It was not that long into the scheduled start of his shift when he was, suddenly, no longer a mouse. ... And decidedly lacking in clothes. "That motherfucking son of a bitchface whoremonger," he swore, the minute he could speak again. He started to daydream gleefully of what he might learn to do with a sword, should Arthur continue to give him lessons, as he began grabbing clothes for himself. He'd mark down his purchases with a note of explanation for Romeo, and bring the money by on his next shift.
Unbeknownst to him, whether through human error or some vagary of Fandom, the door was unlocked.
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