Come sunrise, he saw it alright. Unfortunately for him, it'd be one of the first things he'd have the displeasure of laying his eyes upon today.
. . . To say he was displeased would be false advertising.
This won't do. It must be fixed, NOW. While nobody is watching, before the curtains open for the day!
&& fix it he would, Dandy was quick to get to work, with labored breaths he begun to pull over one of the nearby crates so he may be granted the height boost he (desperately) needed.
Oh, Vee. He thought, must you always be set on being such a thorn in the side?
His teeth clenched in a scowl as his thoughts trickled, fingertips gripped so tightly into the wood they splintered it slightly. He didn't even notice.
He just DOESN'T GET IT! You, YOU IT'S ALWAYS YOU. Not Shelly, nor Astro, or Sprout. WHY? He can't even SLEEP soundly anymore these days because of HER AND HER STUPID-
He huffs, an attempt at recollection.
Can't she just . . . know her place?
Climbing atop he was now face to face with that ... ugh. For a prolonged moment he stared into it's printed eyes with a gaze soured with HATRED ... maybe that wasn't quite the right word for it.
Disgust? Offense, contempt. Perhaps.
He supposes the technicalities didn't matter all that much. Not while he's busy!
Rough hands curl around the edges of the sticker, dissatisfied.
Oh well, if you want something done RIGHT you just have to do it yourself!
❝ Ooh, Ms. Keen I'm tellin' you it's- it was AWFUL! ❞ just a HORRID sight to wake up to! && of course the very first thing Delilah would be hearing about this morning when she arrived. It's important okay? More important than her coffee!
❝ It's okay though! I fixed it for us! ❞
Like a proud cat holding up its catch, the Vee sticker was ripped in half, its parts lazily segmented over one another in a half-hearted attempt to make it resemble the original visage.
❝ —So our wonderful guests don't go 'round getting the wrong idea! ❞
Only for said smile to droop ever so slightly, hands lowering.
❝ But ... You're not gonna let her get away with THIS, are you? ❞ his sopping words are punctuated with the batting of his large eyes up at the founder, rocking back && forth on his heels.
❝ I jus' don't think it's very nice . . . ❞
