#askeletonkey

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i have a layne muse bc i'm so hugnry? and julius went to sleep

                               Emerson was washing their hands in the men's restroom (androids don't go to the bathroom but they like clean hands), usually they would use the women's because it's much cleaner, but there was a very long line. Upon reaching over to grab at a paper towel, they somehow managed to slip on a liquid on the floor (they will pray it was water) and ending up on their bottom. Next, they will pray that no one saw that. However, it seemed luck was not in their favor, because they saw a foot next to his thigh, which was still pressed against the floor. 

"..Is..this the post office?" He asked with a slight timid tone.

                               Christmas is a very stressful time of the year, it's usually when he's working the most--trying to get extra money and doing a few last minute shoots for advertisements. He sighed to himself, laden with bags (presents for his family, of course) before walking into a bakery, the door jingling behind him. With a smile, he looked at the glass case featuring the various treats before looking up at the employee behind the counter. "Hello, how are you today?" He asked in a sing-song tone, obviously in tune with the holiday spirit. 

                                 Sylvia really likes birds. Since he came to Earth, he was incredibly fascinated with the creatures. They were so different from all the other animals, after all, they could fly, and there were so many different types. His favorites are blue jays and cardinals, though he's only seen both once or twice. Currently, he was sitting on the walkway of a park (not at all regarding those who were trying to walk) and was joyfully feeding the birds pattering about. Deciding he didn't just want to throw the scraps of bread, he held out his hand instead, sitting completely still while waiting for a bird brave enough to come eat the crumbs right from his hand. What he anticipated was quicker than he thought, and he was staring down at the bird intensely as it reached forward with its beak and--bit his finger. Frowning, Sylvia pulled his hand back and muttered a low. "Ouch." Quite honestly, he felt betrayed. 

                               Glancing up from his work the boy glanced toward the door when the bell sang. “Welcome to Hiroshima Photography. Do you have a appointment or would you like to set up one? I might be able to fit you in today but depends on what it is you are wanting done.”