[Silver's a plenty diligent worker, never missing a day or showing up late- barring circumstances outside of his control, of course, like being in the jungle or two inches tall. The fog and nightmares have been no exception; he's come to work on time every day, and he's still doing a good job despite looking like progressively more of a basketcase every time he comes in.
It seems like he's reaching his limits, however; there's only so long that you can carry on with the minimal sleep that avoiding nightmares and fighting through the night in the fog imply. He's passed out at the counter, standing but leaning his weight onto his head and arms, with a coffee at the table and a single earbud blasting music so loudly that it can be heard from a lot more than just his ear.
Sneasel dutifully seems to be looking out for customers, at least...]
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It seems like he's reaching his limits, however; there's only so long that you can carry on with the minimal sleep that avoiding nightmares and fighting through the night in the fog imply. He's passed out at the counter, standing but leaning his weight onto his head and arms, with a coffee at the table and a single earbud blasting music so loudly that it can be heard from a lot more than just his ear.
Sneasel dutifully seems to be looking out for customers, at least...]