popberry - a fic by bastard a few things to know about roxie before we begin she is basically a bimbo. Roxie is very gullible and a bit too trusting and practically clueless. She will talk for hours and overshare if you are willing to listen. Shes *****y and can be very annoying. and occasionally flirtatious. lets begin- roxie stepped out of her rundown flat, she had began a new job a coulpe weeks ago in order to pay rent, she was a few months overdue and on the verge of being evicted. Roxie is very bad with money management, often spending money on clothes, accesories, eating out, coffee and other less important things. She was considering other options in order to afford rent when she found an ad in the paper that was hiring. She applied and took up being a door-to-door saleswoman. She was assigned to try and sell those cheesy magazines and catalogs full of mlms, shitty celebrity drama and dumb recipies like miniute rice macaroni and such. It was a humid, cloudy day. It was lightly misting as roxie

made her rounds from house to house trying to get a sale. She approached the house of Mr. codak and knocked out the door a small, elvish creature answered "uh- hi, is your mom or dad home?" "*unintelligable*" the elvish creature says, going inside to retrieve what roxie belives to be a parent "what do you mean theres a girl scout outside?" "|| | |||| ||| || | |||" roxie hears from inside a tall man dressed in a dark brown lab coat opens to door and looks down at roxie "hello miss" he says "good afternoon sir! would you like to buy a subscription to neopolitan magazine?" "magazine? you seem awfully young to be selling magazines, how old are you?" Codak says "i-uh.. im 18 sir, im just really short for my age.." roxie says embarassed "oh, hmm ill think about it, how about you come inside and get out of this rain" codak says charmingly "oh sure"