We all have that coworker who, on a busy day retreats to the walk in refridgerator to “take stock”, only to emerge hours later nearly frozen to death, blinded- cataracts of ice over eyes and skin a palid blue, muttering names followed by numbers that, despite the nonsensicality of it, you can’t help but remember, only to catch glimpses of the customers drivers liscences that day to see that not only do the names match up, but the numbers spoken also seem to match the date of birth shown. And it doesnt get busy the next day so he doesnt do it again. But the day after that it does get busy so he goes back in and out of the fridge, this time muttering another set of names and dates but is having trouble this time, for his lips and tongue are frostbitten, dead and numb, but you manage to catch the name and number of a customer you served yesterday, a regular, but the date has changed- it is now a new month and day, years away in the future
Ripley, 29, She/Her/It/Its. Bi Pan, Poly, Succubus. Way cool transgirl in a not so cool world. I just reblog(mostly queue) shit I find funny or cool. 18+ I will block you if I can't verify you're over 18.
