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milliways_bar2017-06-23 01:27 pm
irish_vagabond) wrote in milliways_bar2017-06-23 01:27 pm
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[Millitimed to after Cassidy is released from the cells (threads still in progress)]
"Are there any windows in there?" Cassidy asks one of the waitrats before he enters the kitchen for dishwashing duty. "Cos I can't-- y'know, it'd be a great favor if you could like pull down the shades, see, I'm kinda-- the sunlight, it hurts me eyes and I have a skin condition, y'know, and, like-- yeah, wouldja do that? Oh, that's right nice of you, thanks muchly."
He can't believe he's talking to a rat. But, he's at the end of the universe, so, why the hell not.
Ambling into the kitchen, he casts his gaze around the room, with its shiny, fancy appliances and a pantry that he could probably get lost in. At this point he's just, like, fuck it. Might as well make the time pass. So he rolls his shirt sleeves up past his elbows and sets to washing the stack of dishes already piled in the sink.
Eventually he starts humming and singing softly to himself,
"In Dublin's fair city
Where the girls are so pretty
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
As she wheeled her wheelbarrow
Through the streets broad and narrow
Crying 'cockles and mussels, alive, alive-oh...'"
[ooc: Begging slowtimes, please! And thanks to everyone who tagged so far, always open to more :)]
[tiny tags: Zso Sahaal, Baze Malbus, Rose Forrest, Bernard Black]
"Are there any windows in there?" Cassidy asks one of the waitrats before he enters the kitchen for dishwashing duty. "Cos I can't-- y'know, it'd be a great favor if you could like pull down the shades, see, I'm kinda-- the sunlight, it hurts me eyes and I have a skin condition, y'know, and, like-- yeah, wouldja do that? Oh, that's right nice of you, thanks muchly."
He can't believe he's talking to a rat. But, he's at the end of the universe, so, why the hell not.
Ambling into the kitchen, he casts his gaze around the room, with its shiny, fancy appliances and a pantry that he could probably get lost in. At this point he's just, like, fuck it. Might as well make the time pass. So he rolls his shirt sleeves up past his elbows and sets to washing the stack of dishes already piled in the sink.
Eventually he starts humming and singing softly to himself,
"In Dublin's fair city
Where the girls are so pretty
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
As she wheeled her wheelbarrow
Through the streets broad and narrow
Crying 'cockles and mussels, alive, alive-oh...'"
[ooc: Begging slowtimes, please! And thanks to everyone who tagged so far, always open to more :)]
[tiny tags: Zso Sahaal, Baze Malbus, Rose Forrest, Bernard Black]