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First fic ya’ll
It was another stressful night at the shawarma kiosk, and Velen was just trying not to serve anomalies while attempting to not die from the inspector or anyone for that matter.
Tonight he was just minding his own business trying to get by with his all ready fucked up sleep schedule.
Until he got a call from his boss.
With a heaving sigh he answered the call,
“Hey Velen, just letting you know that when the inspector comes today you have to stay inside and talk to him. You don’t get a choice bye!”
And he hung up. That’s greatttt AMAZING even. Of course on one of the most stressful nights he had to stay and talk to the guy who could possibly kill himmmm.
“Well FUCK ME GENTLY WITH A CHAINSAW!” Was his first thought his second was absolutely nothing.
Until the inspectors car came into view.
Then his second thought was said aloud “…fuck.”