Pick Your Poison, Thursday
Thursday, December 5th, 2024 01:20 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
For over a week now, there had been a pot of lovely, glossy black hollyhocks. They had been fed and watered by the kindness of their boss, they had enjoyed the sunshine when it reached them, they had existed in the not-time of plants, so separate from the bustling world of Animalia. It was a soft, warm, easy existence.
Sadly, it could not last. Which was why, roughly two hours after his shift was normally scheduled to begin, the stand of hollyhocks shivered, shimmered, and suddenly there was a naked man perched on the counter where a flowerpot once sat.
"...Well, this is going to be a time."
Sadly, it could not last. Which was why, roughly two hours after his shift was normally scheduled to begin, the stand of hollyhocks shivered, shimmered, and suddenly there was a naked man perched on the counter where a flowerpot once sat.
"...Well, this is going to be a time."