Mitch Morgan (prefersanimals) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2022-08-26 09:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, !open, [plot] lost languages, liam stewart (level_blue), mitch morgan (prefersanimals), ~2022 august |
Who: Mitch Morgan and Open
What: Very awkward communication while shopping
When: Friday afternoon
Where: Cafe attached to That Book Place
Warnings: TBA
Status: Open/On-going
Well, today was just a shit storm, now, wasn't it? Mitch was grateful for the fact that his job had required a minimum of interaction with people, because scribbling emojis and rebus puzzles was getting real old, real fast. Though he was also grateful that he had at least some form of communication, even a labor-intensive one like he did -- he'd seen a couple people who couldn't talk at all, apparently.
It'd taken him entirely too much time to order his coffee, which meant that it was a grumpy Mitch sitting at a table and nursing the drink. He'd had to put in that effort, he was damn well going to take the time to enjoy it. He was avoiding the whole talking to people thing, though, because really. Just... really.
Not the worst thing he'd ever gone through in the course of his time in town, no, but possibly one of the most annoying. Taking a sip of his coffee, he tapped his fingers on the small dry erase board he'd very quickly started carrying around with him. He was really hoping this didn't last for very long.