FFM20: Chores
Lou was going to have someone's head over this. She should have been on the Surface World. She should have been with Gabriel. She should have she should have she should have-
She should not be stuck in the lost property office, cataloging it's contents while Gabriel was off in the Surface World -unaccompanied!- and probably chasing skirts! Lou threw another box in frustration, and it spilled out all over the floor.
She sighed. Gabriel would do anything he wanted whether she was there or not. Lou was his betrothed, or at least that was her God's word, but more often than not she was his babysitter at best- and never anything more.
Righting the box, Lou began to gather all the miscellaneous objects scattered through the office.
Wedding rings. Chinese opium pipe. Shrunken heads. Bag pipes. Vacuum packed frogs. Dentures. Egyptian Artifacts. 13th Century Bronze Plaques. Tibetan Dung Chens.
The Lost Property Office had recently turned into the unofficial ditch-preangel-baggage office, and the file system needed some serious guidance on the matter. Lou quickly realized she needed a bigger box.
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