Sorrel stirred in hir sleep, and a hand shot out from under the covers, feeling around hir clock for the button to turn off the alarm. Shi swung hir feet over the side of the bed and rubbed at hir palms, blinking. Then, with vast effort of will, shi got up off the bed and went to get some breakfast.

After eating, shi went to brush hir teeth--not an easy task when one has two muzzles to take care of, especially when they tend to bounce around. Of course, Sorrel's used to it, and holds each one in place with hir spare hand. Shi pulls on a pair of jeans, custom-made to let hir oversized genitals hang out comfortably, and a top that's pretty much a sports bra with a large hole in the middle to expose hir mouths (and, though shi'd never admit it, to show off hir quite admirable cleavage). Shi smiled, looking hirself over with one hand and bouncing on the balls of hir feet. "Hmm, about time to re-dye..." shi mused to hirself, flicking hir ears. After double-checking that shi had everything, shi checked the time and headed out to work, humming happily.

As shi walked into the small computer shop, a haggard-looking feline rushed up to hir. "Ah, there you are! We're oddly busy today, so I need you at the register so Evan can get to work on this mess." He gestured to a hard drive that looked as though someone had taken a hammer to it.

"What even happened... Never mind, I'll be there as soon as I'm ready!" shi said, grinning. "Don't worry about it, Ben--more customers just means more profit, right?"

The cat smiled slightly, shaking his head, as Sorrel rushed to get hirself clocked in and ready to work. It was going to be a busy day, but with Sorrel's infectuous happiness, at least it'd be bearable.