Hi—oh... my. How old are you right now, dear?
(@primproperpanic)
... 40. Why?
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Hi—oh... my. How old are you right now, dear?
(@primproperpanic)
... 40. Why?
Tulp Carpentry--oh! There it is. Quick in her steps, she toddled over to the front of the store; her somewhat clenched fist tapping her knuckles against the door a few times. It wasn't open hours yet, but maybe he'd open for her?
Normally he would be working in the back with his power tools at this time of the day, so whoever was stopping by was lucky that he’d delayed sweeping the shop so long and was doing it now instead of making something new.
He hesitated, thinking that perhaps they’d get the hint that the shop wasn’t open if he just pretended not to hear them knock, but he had yet to sell any furniture this month so he sighed and went to get the door. Any prospect of was welcome at this point, even outside of operating hours.
Once the door was opened he recited his normal script dully, “welcome to Tulp Carpentry, is there anything in particular that you’re looking for today?”
H-Hi.