City Inbox;

[bemist]

INBOX.

TEXT | CALL | ACTION

Comments

[unrequite]

Ah — Miss Gebura, at least bring your food with you...

[ Midnight will get up, stick his now fully wrapped sandwich in his pocket, then pick up the pizza and begin boxing it up as best as he can while also trying to keep up with wherever Miss Gebura's going. Because he's stupid. He's... stupid... ]

[bemist]

[ MIDNIGHT, PLEASE... as soon as he starts trying to keep up, she turns around to reach for the pizza. Sir. Sir, just go rest already. ]

[unrequite]

[ HE WILL. Later! For now, I will forcibly fade this scene to black so Midnight can have an excellent time pestering his beloved Miss Gebura tomorrow with whatever the TDM holds. For this evening, though, he'll be at her heels like a lovesick puppy. En... enjoy?? ]

[bemist]

[ The only real victory here is that he can't possibly go hit on her coworkers if he's bugging her instead.

Thanks, buddy. ]