"closing time!"
"i'll go lock the doors and clean the tables."
"go ahead, i'll take the kitchen."
t a p t a p t a p
"... i'll do the counters."
"..."
"..."
"hey, come here for a moment."
"uh, okay."
"rocky, is it?"
"yes."
"why are you still here?"
"huh?"
" it's been six hours."
"i'm sorry but i-"
"from the stories i've heard, you hate lifting a single finger because it tires out your finger muscles..."
"well-"
"and that you are so lazy to count your coins manually so you swipe your card for everything..."
"um-"
"and that you are unskilled to the extreme, burning eleven batches of donuts in one sitting..."
"..."
"why did you stay here?"
an
me: *furiously writes 4 chapters in advanced when my inspired moodlet is active so that i wont fall asleep and forget my ideas*
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frosted
Short Story"why are you back again?" "donut worry about that." "..." "..." "did you just-" "yup." #9 in short story [081217]
