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soul_logs2011-08-08 03:30 pm
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Entry tags:
& the deal is sealed.
Characters: Lucy Heartfilia, Shalnark, Okita Sougo.
Location: Deadly Pretty Maid Café.
Rating: PG-something, probably.
Time: December 4; around noon.
Description: Wherein two “brothers” are more alike than most would ever come to appreciate.
Although a sigh had built up somewhere in her chest, it was, unfortunately, lost along the way - dying out before it could even reach her lips. With this, Lucy came to the not-so-sudden realization that: today was an unbearably (and unusually) slow day at work. And not even the popular tunes on the radio seemed to even out the uncomfortably still atmosphere (nor did it, today, interest her in the least).
Swallowing in another potential sigh, she decided to at least attempt to focus on her current task at hand – folding napkins. As menial as it was, she was determined to keep herself busy. “Though, I would still prefer more custom-“and just like an answer to her prayers - the front door chimed.
Perking up significantly, she dropped what she was doing and practically skipped towards the front of the store. With a smile most appropriately making its way on her features, she greeted them with the usual.
“Welcome home, Master.”
Location: Deadly Pretty Maid Café.
Rating: PG-something, probably.
Time: December 4; around noon.
Description: Wherein two “brothers” are more alike than most would ever come to appreciate.
Although a sigh had built up somewhere in her chest, it was, unfortunately, lost along the way - dying out before it could even reach her lips. With this, Lucy came to the not-so-sudden realization that: today was an unbearably (and unusually) slow day at work. And not even the popular tunes on the radio seemed to even out the uncomfortably still atmosphere (nor did it, today, interest her in the least).
Swallowing in another potential sigh, she decided to at least attempt to focus on her current task at hand – folding napkins. As menial as it was, she was determined to keep herself busy. “Though, I would still prefer more custom-“and just like an answer to her prayers - the front door chimed.
Perking up significantly, she dropped what she was doing and practically skipped towards the front of the store. With a smile most appropriately making its way on her features, she greeted them with the usual.
“Welcome home, Master.”