Disasterrific || Jake & Popuri
@jake-out-the-humans
Lately, it was one thing after another. Lost records, mis-calculations in change, the mess in the storeroom. It could all be traced back to one person: Popuri. Truthfully, she felt like crying. Just lock herself in the same storeroom she’d knocked over a shelf in and bawl her eyes out.
Instead, Popuri had been regulated to a more secluded section of the Leuda Guild to focus on a menial task: sorting mail. Popuri exhaled softly and continued her monotonous task, not realizing she had put a few pieces of mail in the wrong sorted piles.
Someone approached her desk and Popuri looked up. Even her curls seemed a little more limp than usual. “Oh, Jake.” He was always so grumpy she found it hard to believe he wanted anything from her but, “Is... there something you need?” Was there more for her to sort? Or was he firing her?








