Erm, by the time I get there he would have probably had breakfast.
Erm, by the time I get there he would have probably had breakfast.
That’s kind of difficult when I live in an apartment with Fake Man and not with any of my brothers.
The bell chimed as he stepped in and wiped the soles of his shoes on the doormat to make sure he didn’t traipse any unwanted dirt inside. The shop itself was rather modest, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t a good stop for anything pet related. It was where he would go whenever he needed to buy supplies, and today he needed to get cat litter for Copper and some new toys for Panda.
“How’s the rabbit settling in?” the bloke behind the counter commented, not bothering to look up from his newspaper.
“Just fine.” replied Ring Man, “Speakin’ of rabbits, do ya’ sell any toys that would be suitable for one?”
The man pointed in the general direction of where things for rabbits were usually kept in the shop. “Just over there, past the budgie that almost had your finger off last time you came here.”
The detective nodded a quick thanks before going to where the man directed him to, making sure to keep good distance between himself and the budgie. “Damn vicious bird…” he muttered quietly to himself.
Fake Man’s the one you’ll want to bug about doughnuts, not me.
Now get out of my ask box.
… Second floor, you lout.
What the friggin’ heck are you goin’ on about? I’ve barely even been in my office recently.
No.

I’m absolutely overwhelmed with joy about havin’ an idiot in my ask box.
And you are…?