The Perk, Tuesday Afternoon
Tuesday, December 30th, 2008 09:38 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
Kevin stared at the strange package that had been delivered to him. It was a plain brown envelope with something bulky in it. His name was inked across the front in flowing script, like it had been written by someone educated a hundred years ago -- or maybe a girl.
White mocha in hand, he sat down to contemplate who had sent the package. "Well, it wasn't Toby," he mumbled. Toby might write like a girl, but this definitely wasn't his penmanship.
Whoever it came from, Kevin decided not to open it in public as it was probably something naughty. The edges of his lips quirked upward as he found something new to contemplate.
[ooc: This will be Kevin's last open post in Fandom! He doesn't know that, of course.]
White mocha in hand, he sat down to contemplate who had sent the package. "Well, it wasn't Toby," he mumbled. Toby might write like a girl, but this definitely wasn't his penmanship.
Whoever it came from, Kevin decided not to open it in public as it was probably something naughty. The edges of his lips quirked upward as he found something new to contemplate.
[ooc: This will be Kevin's last open post in Fandom! He doesn't know that, of course.]