Sparrow the Ninth

*Tyrian* · 03-21-2022, 06:25 PM

Tyrian blinked hard. What did Sparrow say? He'd zoned out for a second there. Snippets of the order floated back to him and he bent over the counter intent on throwing together what he knew to be right and filling the rest in with intuition. He swiped absently at a cup and was surprised when it didn't fold into his grasp with its usual rote ease. His eyes went to the cup and - what? In confusion he lifted his hands - now paws - and stared down at them with wide eyes. Well, there was his problem. He didn't have any thumbs! This was really going to cut into his turnaround if he didn't focus.

He grabbed the cup with both paws and half carried, half dragged it to where it needed to be. From there he threw ingredients together quickly and sloppily; the actions more of a clubbing than a finely orchestrated process. But, in the end and without taking an eternity like he'd expected, Tyrian was able to slide a drink carrier with the finished order across the counter to the waiting customer. Whew. This was going to be a long day if his hands didn't get their act together.

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