"It's just a rough patch."

I am absolutely bored.

Then we should absolutely fix that.

No your twin brother.

Damn, I'll go let him know. He'll be really, uh. Really happy to get this, y'know.

Happy Father’s Day, dude.

M-... Me?

YOU!

Whaddaya need?

"We're not open."

"Shit. Could I still snag a drink? Sorry, I'm on my way home."

I'm so stupid....

Hey, hey there. None of that.

Hey...

Yeah, sure thing. Is there any identification?

Well

Change is good, yeah. What'd you change?

They're like Pokemon!

What are they?

*Groans*

That's a little harsh, don't you think?

The Girl With Flowers In Her Hair // Open

Feeling a bit restless after the end of his shift, Sully went on his walk as per usual, hoping that something he saw would give him some sort of inspiration, some kind of focus... something. It was usually difficult to find somewhere to channel it all - he had too much pent up energy for his own good most of the time, and while that wasn't always a bad thing when he was working, alone in his apartment or around people that tended to rub him the wrong way, energy wasn't a good thing to have an abundance of. He stopped short when suddenly he saw a blonde braid and, further than that, a drawing pad. He tapped lightly on her shoulder, disregarding personal space and privacy for the selfish need to connect, and smiled. "Hi there," he said simply. "Sketching?"

It's so hard...

That must be why I'm such a light sleeper. I'm sorry for your condition, I really am.

"Mm. You. Come."

Oh, go suck a dick.