FTEC, Sunday 8/16
Sunday, August 16th, 2015 03:37 pmSundays, all appearances to the contrary, still meant clinic shifts for Stark. And clinic shifts, generally, meant baked goods.
Stark had brought donuts today, with chocolate icing, mostly creme-filled ones. It just hadn't been a cupcake sort of day.
He was eating a creme-filled one while flipping through a cookbook and manning the desk.
The alien was in, ready to assist or offer a donut, or both.
[open, OCD-free, as always]
Stark had brought donuts today, with chocolate icing, mostly creme-filled ones. It just hadn't been a cupcake sort of day.
He was eating a creme-filled one while flipping through a cookbook and manning the desk.
The alien was in, ready to assist or offer a donut, or both.
[open, OCD-free, as always]