Demon Marcus, Sunday
Sunday, May 4th, 2014 11:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Some days, Sparkle woke up with something at least vaguely approaching 'work ethic.' That hadn't been the case this week so much as he was just sick and tired of smoking in his room and glowering at walls, and cigarette money ran out quickly and he could only steal so much from the handful of homes around the island that hadn't realized he was sneaking in and running off with useless shit just yet.
So today he was at work, getting out and away from his room, earning a more or less honest living, sorting through the clothes, and being the most surly damn clothing store clerk he could possibly be.
Which mostly meant he was smoking on the job and hoarding all the yellow socks to himself like some punk-haired, leather-clad, raccoon-eyed Canadian dragon. He wasn't sitting on them, but they were his. If you wanted yellow socks today, you were shit out of luck.
The clothing store is actually open today. Good luck to any confused newbies looking to actually fit in or something.
[Open, OCD-freeeee.]
So today he was at work, getting out and away from his room, earning a more or less honest living, sorting through the clothes, and being the most surly damn clothing store clerk he could possibly be.
Which mostly meant he was smoking on the job and hoarding all the yellow socks to himself like some punk-haired, leather-clad, raccoon-eyed Canadian dragon. He wasn't sitting on them, but they were his. If you wanted yellow socks today, you were shit out of luck.
The clothing store is actually open today. Good luck to any confused newbies looking to actually fit in or something.
[Open, OCD-freeeee.]