Chel didn't operate on a normal 9 to 5 schedule. Chel operated on whenever I fall asleep that happens and I eat when I get hungry. It was a very healthy lifestyle.
That's why she found herself at the grocery store at a god awful hour, slightly lucid and staring at an aisle of cookies. At least she wasn't alone tonight; there seemed to be another loony here.
smerdle
Posted: Mon May 16, 2016 1:27 pm
There were so many foods gooey and sloppy enough to make him cringe just thinking about them, but store bought cookies were not on the list. Sure, there were a couple of weird varieties (like scooter pies... ick), but most were blissfully dry, crunchy, and about as likely to spurt wildly out of control as a nice cracker or potato chip, which was to say not at all. There were crumbs to contend with, of course, but nothing was perfect, some things were just more perfect than oth—
Rabbit looked up, turning his head toward the girl in the aisle with him as slow as a creepy puppet. When had she shown up? At least she had good taste in desserts. Unless she was looking at scooter pies.
"Hey!" he said, resting a protective hand on the insulated bag that held his eggs. "Cookies, right?" He might have downed a couple of shots before he left the apartment, a buffer against gasping awake after an unexpected fae fight.
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2016 10:36 pm
Chel was a little out of it at the moment from lack of sleep, but she recognized the sound of someone approaching her.
For the record, she didn't mind scooter pies so much.
"Uh. Yeah, cookies. Sorry m'I in your way?" She sidestepped just in case.
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