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 Posted: Tue Apr 12, 2016 7:37 pm
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Sue glared down at his meal. One hand absently pushed a half eaten piece of spicy chicken around the styrofoam container with a fork. Meanwhile, his other hand pressed knuckles into his own cheek, propping his head up as if it were too heavy for him. He was in clothing that felt too constrained, despite Genevieve's insistence that they were not only perfectly suited to his body type, but also quite flattering. Business casual was something quickly added to the list of things he was certain to hate for the rest of his life. The tie had long since been loosened - not undone, as he was also certain he'd never get it tied again - as had the top buttons, but his discomfort remained.
Not even his favourite food was going to work today, it seemed.
There was a small moment where his gaze rolled up, checking his mental map to make sure there were no zodiacs around. Then, once assured that anyone of importance wouldn't see him, he let out an unhappy groan and slumped forward on the outdoor table, pushing the styrofoam container away from him just so he could slam his head down on the table top with a heavy thud, his purple hair fluttering after him and draping around himself like a strange curtain.
LP Hello this is late, and I'm also not quite sure what I am doing so...I'm sorry ><
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Posted: Tue Apr 12, 2016 7:48 pm
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