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dancingagent answered your post: Okay, quick question: I’m going to a r...
I’d say ballpark business casual with as much personality you can put into it. They don’t expect formal, but looking nice looks nice to them
Thank you! I think I should be okay with what I'm wearing currently then
+9 On The Fire Escape
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"What the hell are you doing on my fire escape?"
dancingagent replied to your post:dancingagent said: I MISSED YOU MORE. YOU ARE THE...
Can Peggy come into inbox for cuddles? She needs multiple cuddles. Like at least fifteen cuddles.
Of course she can!
Employee of the Month || Closed
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A week. She'd been working there a week, and without fail, Marie had managed to stay until closing every single day.
Not that she minded, of course.
The little cafe was rather popular, so it took a lot of effort to work for so long. Nevertheless, she was more than willing to help, if only for her manager. Her beautiful, perfect manager.
That woman was flawless.
It didn't take more than a couple days in her training stage to realize that she had already managed [pun intended] to develop a crush on a miss Peggy Carter. It showed in little ways; always being determined to provide perfect customer service, never so much as being a penny off from cashing out on the register, and always paying the brunette a compliment each and every morning.
Then there was closing. Everyone complained about closing. It wasn't that bad.
Okay so, maybe it was, but it was worth it.
Setting the last folded napkin on the last squeaky clean table, Marie smiled.
Finally. That only took it's routine forty five minutes. On the nose every time.
dancingagent replied to your post:dancingagent replied to your post:((someone talk...
((AND PEGGY BEING THE DAUGHTER OF ATHENA BECAUSE BADASS WAR STRATEGY.))
((YUUUUUUUUUSSSSSS. I JUST REALLY LOVE STEVE NOT BEING THE SON OF SOMEONE STRONG AND THEN EVERYONE ELSE BEING THE SONS AND DAUGHTERS OF BADASSES.))
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((I’d love to talk about a Percy Jackson AU.))
((STEVE BEING THE SON OF APHRODITE INSTEAD OF SOMEONE REALLY MANLY AND SHIT OR HESTIA OR JUST ONE THAT DOESN'T SCREAM MANLY MAN BECAUSE NEED.))
Your Ghost || dancingagent
Soft melodic notes came from the old gramophone, an original from the 1940’s. Retro, is what it had been classified as. Not quite old enough to technically be antique, but getting close. It had cost a lot more than one had brand-spanking new, but he had learnt that things from his time were now worth a great deal, and highly desirable, god knows why. Perhaps there was nostalgia for an earlier time, predating some collectors by decades. It amused him greatly that they called them the good old days, especially when they probably would not have coped one day living them.
Eyes softened as memories came to mind, remembering the more pleasant days of yore. Those people that made such great impressions, helping mould him into the man he was now. The ones that, even if only briefly, drifting into his life. The Howling Commandos among them, a group of the most eccentric but skilled people he had ever worked with.
Flipping through the photo album, Steve paused at the picture of ‘Captain America and his Howling Commandos!’ posing somewhere in Europe. It was the best visual representation of each of their personalities, which he could only laugh at. And there was Bucky. And there was him. It seemed like they were mid-laugh, although what exactly they were laughing at had escaped him completely.
Closing the book, he sighed, deciding that was not where he was emotionally prepared to go, not yet anyway. Rather he sighed, glancing over a shoulder.
“You know, it makes me uncomfortable when you creep up like that”.
dancingagent replied to your post “[[MOR](How do people tolerate me. I’m such a shitty roleplayer....”
//Baby, that's just not true. Do you need to talk?
(It is true though.. I am absolutely horrid at it.. and I don't know..)
