O.G. time all the time! Represent!

"Wocky? Did you get into legal trouble again?"

The back was a little similar to what she’d pictured, but she beamed anyway, looking around excitedly. “This is really neat! So is it just you and your parents who work back here? This looks like plenty of space!” Trucy slipped off her gloves and cape, setting them aside with her hat. “Gosh, this must be a fun place to work…just baking all day!”

"Yup," he replied with a nod of his head. "It's just me and my folks. It's a little place, so we don't really need a lotta employees workin' fer us. And I dunno if the old man has any plans of expandin'..." He shrugged his shoulders. His father didn't really talk business with Wocky. Mostly because the younger male wasn't much for listening, but... That was besides the point, wasn't it...? "It's pretty fun though," he admitted. "I prolly don't look like much of a baker. But tryin' new recipes is excitin'. And when it comes out good...?" His grin widened. "It feels real good!" 

He looked over his shoulder at her, then back down at the book. "Why dun I tell ya what we need, and you find errythin'? It'll help ya get familiar with the place. And if ya do a good job, I'll put in a good word with the owners. Maybe they'll offer ya a job too. Or let ya come an' bake whenever you wanna." Wocky actually knew that his parents would have no problem with Trucy coming by to bake with them. They liked Trucy. Thought she was a sweet girl. 

Dear Anonymous,

First thing I’mma do is teach you my name, bizzoy!

Guy Eldoon is planning to become a surgeon once again, now that his biggest source of competition has died. He plans to operate on and remove Wocky Kitaki’s bullet.

Inktober - Day 11