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fandomtownies2019-09-06 07:21 am
built_fjord_tough) wrote in fandomtownies2019-09-06 07:21 am
Caritas, Friday Evening
Fjord walked into Caritas for his Friday shift and kind of stopped short three steps in.
"Tino, what the hell are you doing?"
Tino paused mid-juggling act, and three disembodied zombie arms went thumping to the floor. The zombies didn't seem to mind any, one of them applauding as best as he was able given that he only had one arm, and another not applauding at all, but looking like he kind of wished he could.
Fjord wrinkled his nose and shoved a roll of tape into Tino's hands. "You're fixin' this," he muttered. "And you better be sure to put them on right, too. Last time you stuck the drummer's arm on backwards he kept havin' to hit the cymbals with his elbow."
A little sheepishly, Tino got back to work.
[OOC: NEW DEFAULT ICON BEHOLD THE TUSKS. Ahem. Open!]
"Tino, what the hell are you doing?"
Tino paused mid-juggling act, and three disembodied zombie arms went thumping to the floor. The zombies didn't seem to mind any, one of them applauding as best as he was able given that he only had one arm, and another not applauding at all, but looking like he kind of wished he could.
Fjord wrinkled his nose and shoved a roll of tape into Tino's hands. "You're fixin' this," he muttered. "And you better be sure to put them on right, too. Last time you stuck the drummer's arm on backwards he kept havin' to hit the cymbals with his elbow."
A little sheepishly, Tino got back to work.
[OOC: NEW DEFAULT ICON BEHOLD THE TUSKS. Ahem. Open!]