@moon-yeongjun​

Vixey was not working today, but that was alright. She hung out at the market enough and knew roughly when Jun took his lunch break most days, if he took one. (If she was on shift with him, she would purposefully sit in the office with her own lunch and stare him down whilst eating until he caved.) As it was, she didn’t have a lunch today. 

She only had her annoyance and she was about to take it out on him.

Without announcing herself, Vixey barged into his office and plopped down so hard on one of the desk chairs that it groaned as if it was going to give out. 

“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this!” Vixey accused, waving a hand in Jun’s direction. “I knew this was a bad idea and you were the one who was supposed to tell me that I was right so that I’d give up on it! And now, we’ve spent all this time on a petition and budgeting and some rich asshole is just going to throw money at a vacant lot and poof! The hottest place to shoppe in Swynlake. Some silly little thrift store can’t compete with that.” She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back, pouting sullenly. 

“And don’t start with the whole ‘oh it’ll be fine, it’s so different’ bull crap. Tiana and Barbie have already tried that.” And it had worked...for a little bit. “But, I can’t compete with her prices if she’s going to be giving good deals! No way people go to a thrift shop over an affordable boutique and you know it.”