4:27 wasn't the latest Loona ever arrived to the office, but if she cared about it she didn't show it. The door to the office burst open with her foot still raised from the kick she'd used to open it, before the hellhound would slump like a puppet dragged along the floor. Loona didn't even dare look up to see what level of batshittery Blitzø and the rest of the three-ring-circus had in store for her today.
No, Loona just kept her head down and kept walking, counting on sheer luck or happenstance to ensure she didn't get hit by Mox with a crossbow or crushed by a client and their overenthusiastic entrance.
As she slid into her seat, tail dragging along behind her, the hellhound slumped and thanked whatever small mercy Satan was dangling today that she made it just this far. "Fuck me..."
Although, maybe that was part of the problem, the hellhound donning shades and rubbing her temples. Last night had been a full on rager, but the party was nothing compared to everything afterward.
"No idea what the fuck some dickshit tried to spike the drinks with..." she mumbled, blindly groping behind her desk drawers, rattling empty bottles with each one until she finally grabbed a bottle of vodka that wasn't empty, downing it with a gusto before letting out a greatful belch, "...but dogdamn I need to get some more of that shit..."
It still felt fuzzy, but there was definite traces there in her head of everything she had been through... all the strange twee coziness, all the villagers she'd pissed off and aggravated, all those faces... but it wasn't like a normal dream, where you forgot details as you went. No, she actually was remembering more of it as she thought...
Although maybe that could wait for later, as she kicked the table, causing the little triangular sign-thing-plate on the desk to bounce and clatter back to the counter to display 'OPEN'.
Welp, whatever today had for her, it would have to do a lot to top the last night anyhow.
Helluva Hangover...
4:27 wasn't the latest Loona ever arrived to the office, but if she cared about it she didn't show it. The door to the office burst open with her foot still raised from the kick she'd used to open it, before the hellhound would slump like a puppet dragged along the floor. Loona didn't even dare look up to see what level of batshittery Blitzø and the rest of the three-ring-circus had in store for her today.
No, Loona just kept her head down and kept walking, counting on sheer luck or happenstance to ensure she didn't get hit by Mox with a crossbow or crushed by a client and their overenthusiastic entrance.
As she slid into her seat, tail dragging along behind her, the hellhound slumped and thanked whatever small mercy Satan was dangling today that she made it just this far. "Fuck me..."
Although, maybe that was part of the problem, the hellhound donning shades and rubbing her temples. Last night had been a full on rager, but the party was nothing compared to everything afterward.
"No idea what the fuck some dickshit tried to spike the drinks with..." she mumbled, blindly groping behind her desk drawers, rattling empty bottles with each one until she finally grabbed a bottle of vodka that wasn't empty, downing it with a gusto before letting out a greatful belch, "...but dogdamn I need to get some more of that shit..."
It still felt fuzzy, but there was definite traces there in her head of everything she had been through... all the strange twee coziness, all the villagers she'd pissed off and aggravated, all those faces... but it wasn't like a normal dream, where you forgot details as you went. No, she actually was remembering more of it as she thought...
Although maybe that could wait for later, as she kicked the table, causing the little triangular sign-thing-plate on the desk to bounce and clatter back to the counter to display 'OPEN'.
Welp, whatever today had for her, it would have to do a lot to top the last night anyhow.