artemis-simetra said: Prompt: The pigeons get loose. In the offices.
He could understand the appeal, though he did not share in it, and he had to admit that there was something rather…endearing about the way the avian messengers dutifully cooed at their recipient from window sills.
All Reapers were accustomed to seeing pigeons flying from building to building to deliver messages before returning to the main communications tower. Discounting brief hops inside, the birds never lingered indoors and were soon gently ushered out windows to carry replies or return to their roost.
Except, it seemed, for today when Alan found a pigeon perched on his cubicle.
archadianskies said: Because of your SNK one: Grelliam coffee shop au
It was hard not to know the clientele who were regulars. Each one always came in at the same time on a regular set of days, and usually always asked for the same thing. There was the clumsy, frazzled student with pigtails who always tripped walking in on weekday mornings. There was the polite Indian fellow who always came in and ordered two drinks, both soy, for himself and for someone else she never saw. There was the elderly woman who came by on her afternoon walks and always asked for tea, never coffee, and cried about her husband Albert at least three times a week.
And then there was him.