¡Tink! (tinkhatespink) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-06-08 08:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | anders, tinkerbell |
Who: Tink and Anders
When: Todayish, after work? (foredated by a few hours?)
Where: Tink's place
What: A proposition
Rating/Warnings: Low/None (TBD)
Status: In Progress
So, Tink was glad to be home. It'd been a really long day at the Garage (business was doing really well, thanks to her hard work and long hours... and rebranding and personality...), and her sofa looked so inviting. But first thing's first. She had to feed the cats. The Lady Widget would not be kept waiting. (Though it seemed that Sir Pounce had a bit more patience when it came to Tink.) After that was done, Tink lumbered to the sofa and plopped down, still in her coveralls, closing her eyes. She was thinking about pizza for dinner, maybe, or some of that box mac and cheese? But it took so long to cook, so much work.
Anders was coming. He could make the decision for her.
Speaking of her boyfriend, Tink felt the thing she had in her pocket for him burning a hole. (Her brain was a little fuddled from the long day.) She barely moved when she heard the front door open.