m33tings are impurrtant business;;
[ ladypoetamagicien ]
Apparently, you own a SMALL BUSINESS.
You’ve been rifling through the planner on your side table in the apartment that supposedly belongs to you, and you’ve found it: an entry in your calendar that states: 9 O’CLOCK M33TING WITH ROSIE.
You don’t know who Rosie is, but boy, are you EXCITED for this meeting!
You get lost about six times on your way to your NEW AND EXCITING JOB (which is actually your OLD AND FORGOTTEN JOB), but you make it there around ten. There’s a slender, blonde human sitting inside the only conference room in the building; you assume this is probably the AFOREMENTIONED ROSIE, so you put on a smile and walk in to greet her.
MEULIN: (*ΦωΦ*) < HELLO ROSIE!!! SORRY I’M LATE; IT’S JUST THAT I THINK I HAVE AMNESIA OR SOMETHING AND I DIDN’T REMEMBER HOW TO GET HERE.
Totally smooth and not at all ridiculous, Meulin. Nice going.
