Boburta has read enough magazines to know when to back off and how to spot a bad boy. Stepping back some, her flats slid on something. Was it the gross slime from the fridge? The vomit Tomi never go around to cleaning? Something else? Who knows, as Boburta stumbled backwards and saved herself from falling on her butt.
Recomposing herself to not embarrass herself and for the sake of her miniscule dignity, she did the unbelievable. Acting civil for once. “Great to hit ya! I mean meet ya. I’m well, you met me just now, but I’m Boburta! I bet you are great at a lot of things!” She greeted with her disgustingly bright white smile.
Hearing Fartle and Betty greet the new coworker, she felt her insides churn at what Betty was doing. She was consuming NOTHING BUT FATS. How dare that squash shape whale consume fat like that? Pure, probably saturated MAYBE even covered and mixed with gluten fat. Seeing Betty continue eating like no tomorrow, Boburta found herself running towards the staff bathroom to throw up her breakfast and maybe also flush the memories of seeing such a putrid display of gluttony.
Tomi on the hand was immune and was thankful that it lacked the proper tools to understand the entire situation. With a flying leap, the boney hand gripped at Daemon’s hand as an attempt for an impromptu and old fashion handshake among coworkers. Tomi doing its best to express its joy of seeing a new face around the diner.
Recomposing herself to not embarrass herself and for the sake of her miniscule dignity, she did the unbelievable. Acting civil for once. “Great to hit ya! I mean meet ya. I’m well, you met me just now, but I’m Boburta! I bet you are great at a lot of things!” She greeted with her disgustingly bright white smile.
Hearing Fartle and Betty greet the new coworker, she felt her insides churn at what Betty was doing. She was consuming NOTHING BUT FATS. How dare that squash shape whale consume fat like that? Pure, probably saturated MAYBE even covered and mixed with gluten fat. Seeing Betty continue eating like no tomorrow, Boburta found herself running towards the staff bathroom to throw up her breakfast and maybe also flush the memories of seeing such a putrid display of gluttony.
Tomi on the hand was immune and was thankful that it lacked the proper tools to understand the entire situation. With a flying leap, the boney hand gripped at Daemon’s hand as an attempt for an impromptu and old fashion handshake among coworkers. Tomi doing its best to express its joy of seeing a new face around the diner.