No Help Wanted || Dreamsof-Writing
The most annoying thing about spring finally rolling around was that the damn cotton trees in the small Dublith park a few blocks away somehow managed to irritate his nose no matter where he went or what he did.
Dolcetto sneezed for what had to have been the hundredth time that day. Keeping count had been a lost cause as of breakfast but now he was beginning to consider trying again for the sake of giving himself something to do on the side throughout the day. The bar was officially clean from the ruckus that broke out previous night; all that was still needed was a patch job on one of the chairs that had been thrown across the room and he needed to find where the hell Axel had hid the dart board when they found Bido scampering around with it tied to his back. Again.
He finally located the dart board shoved onto the top shelf along with a few bottles of gen, scotch and some expensive tequila certain people were fickle about sharing with the public. The shelves were thankfully sturdy enough for him to step onto the bottom two and make a strained reach for the board, fumbling it across the shelf with his fingertips until it dropped heavily into his hand and almost caused him to lose his balance and fall backward. But with a quick hop to the side and what was probably a stupid looking landing, he was back on the ground and returned the board to its place on the wall.
"Ugh, little guy's hopeless," the chimera muttered to himself, grabbing a rag and absently wiping down the already-mostly-clean bar counter for a second time. He sniffed and shook his head to chase off a sneeze and threw a glance at the window. Looked like it got a bit darker since his run that morning... maybe a storm was rolling in. He hoped as much.
