#pxultergeist

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             ❝ yeah. thanks fer yer input there, mate. ❞

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candy cane fisting: shes just fuckin impulsive lma o monty had better get good at cleaning up cuts

oswhore 🚬👽: monty: doesnt know how ur human wounds work

candy cane fisting: i bet he just douses it in an entire bottle of peroxide tbh

candy cane fisting: or lemon juice

oswhore 🚬👽: AWFUL

oswhore 🚬👽: "THE WEBSITE SAID TO PUT IT ON" "TO DAB IT ON MONTY D A B"

candy cane fisting: MEANWHILE HES PROBABLY JUST UNSCREWED THE CAP AND UPENDED THE DAMN BOTTLE OVER IT

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( pxultergeist )

           It was another cloudy day in Seattle what a surprise. One week into the rainy city, and Monty had already become accustomed to the dreary weather that painted the sky. Though, he didn't mind so much. It was quite the change from the Arizonian dry heat and sunshine inferno he was basking in just a couple days prior. The water droplets hadn't threatened to fall from whatever heavens were above him yet, which he was appreciative of. Only because he was walking to his new job. His first day had been yesterday, but it didn't really count since it was a training day. A training day that consisted of strange rituals and what the staff called 'hazing.' Which made sense because it was all a confusing haze to him. 

            The restaurant was almost a whole in the wall kind of establishment. It wasn't a chain, but it wasn't a staple Seattle eatery. The staff was diverse, many of them quite alternative looking and always playing some form of punk music in the kitchen. Walking in the door, he was greeted by displeased faces. A brunette girl, who he had come to know as "Charlotte" laid on a table moaning obscenities and about how much she hated being alive. It was only eight in the morning. If this didn't set the mood for the environment, he didn't know what would. 

           Actually, it would seem that he was late to come in when he was supposed to be in, but at least the restaurant didn't open yet. He walks to the back of the building and inconspicuously punches himself in. Monty takes off his scarf and noir jacket, laying it on one of the chairs absentmindedly. At least their uniforms wasn't as dorky as the Red Robin ones from across the street. Also known as the enemy. He exhales before walking back out to greet his coworkers. And by greet, he meant standby and observe them. It was always the best way to blend in with the humans, examining how they acted in different circumstance. But, he could tell by the way people were laughing at Charlotte, he was not supposed to lie on the tables and shout bad words.