Third floor hallway, Wednesday afternoon
Ivanova was swaying down the hallway in her towel, having taken a very lovely shower before her shift, swinging her toiletries basket from one hand. Her shampoo slipped out and bounced off the ground and she cursed in Russian under her breath, crouching to retrieve it. When she looked up again, something was hovering directly in front of her.
Something that looked like a red crayon. Which began scribbling on her chest, knocking her backwards as she squeaked and clutched at her towel, trying to keep it up. The crayon, satisfied, zoomed down the hallway, and Ivanova glanced at her chest, groaning.
'GRADE A BEEF' her chest now proudly proclaimed.
Something that looked like a red crayon. Which began scribbling on her chest, knocking her backwards as she squeaked and clutched at her towel, trying to keep it up. The crayon, satisfied, zoomed down the hallway, and Ivanova glanced at her chest, groaning.
'GRADE A BEEF' her chest now proudly proclaimed.