FTEC, Sunday 3/22
Sunday, March 22nd, 2015 10:39 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Things had felt somewhat off for days now. Enough so that Stark didn't even stop at JGoB for any baked goods today. He went straight to the clinic instead.
The nurses had looked at him curiously when he didn't drop off the familiar pastry box on the desk. He had simply shrugged in response before turning to attack a cupboard he felt needed straightening up.
The alien was in, ready to assist, and might even be able to dig up a package of Oreos if you really needed a cookie.
[Open, OCD-free, etc]
The nurses had looked at him curiously when he didn't drop off the familiar pastry box on the desk. He had simply shrugged in response before turning to attack a cupboard he felt needed straightening up.
The alien was in, ready to assist, and might even be able to dig up a package of Oreos if you really needed a cookie.
[Open, OCD-free, etc]