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[ Exhausted as he is, he buries his laughter against a cosy neck and rolls off him to admire the mess he's made of one very fucked-out tiefling. Fjord runs a hand down the dip in a back to squeeze that glistening ass, filthy with his own come. ]
Worked it all out your system, have you? [ He slides in closer to peck those sleepy lips, slipping his fingers down to a soft entrance where they circle the rim. ] Or would you like a little more?
Worked it all out your system, have you? [ He slides in closer to peck those sleepy lips, slipping his fingers down to a soft entrance where they circle the rim. ] Or would you like a little more?
[ The moan that escapes Molly is decadence and sin incarnate, and he reaches down to touch himself as Fjord plays with his sloppy rim and drives quivers through his body. ]
Oh, Moonweaver... I'm still hard.
[ He's easily played like a fine-tuned instrument to every touch of the half-orc's, and he almost instinctively pushes back against those fingers to slide them inside him. Molly feels utterly cavernously empty right now without Fjord in him, but those fingers ease the hunger in his exhausted body. ]
Oh, Moonweaver... I'm still hard.
[ He's easily played like a fine-tuned instrument to every touch of the half-orc's, and he almost instinctively pushes back against those fingers to slide them inside him. Molly feels utterly cavernously empty right now without Fjord in him, but those fingers ease the hunger in his exhausted body. ]
Molly, fuck. Did you even read the fine-print?
[ He sinks those fingers inside with so little resistance after his cock that it's ... extremely arousing, his own spent cock (for once the first to tag out) giving a sympathetic twitch. It's easy enough to manoeuvre so he has Molly draped on top of him, that persistently stiff erection pressed up against Fjord's abs to rub against fine black hair. ]
How many times, uh ... ?
[ Not that he's complaining, fucking him to the knuckle each time. ]
[ He sinks those fingers inside with so little resistance after his cock that it's ... extremely arousing, his own spent cock (for once the first to tag out) giving a sympathetic twitch. It's easy enough to manoeuvre so he has Molly draped on top of him, that persistently stiff erection pressed up against Fjord's abs to rub against fine black hair. ]
How many times, uh ... ?
[ Not that he's complaining, fucking him to the knuckle each time. ]
Haaah...
[ Molly is still mostly boneless, but his hips still move slightly to meet those fingers like he just can't resist, face blooming with slack-jawed pleasure every time those fingers rub against his prostate and makes him leak slightly against those lovely abs. ]
I don't... mmm... I don't know. I can't read undercommon and she didn't say...
[ He nuzzles into the crook of Fjord's neck, horns framing him slightly as his soft moans mix with slight whines. ]
I love you, fuck... it feels so good.
[ Molly is still mostly boneless, but his hips still move slightly to meet those fingers like he just can't resist, face blooming with slack-jawed pleasure every time those fingers rub against his prostate and makes him leak slightly against those lovely abs. ]
I don't... mmm... I don't know. I can't read undercommon and she didn't say...
[ He nuzzles into the crook of Fjord's neck, horns framing him slightly as his soft moans mix with slight whines. ]
I love you, fuck... it feels so good.
Honey, you're so stupid sometimes.
[ Fondly exasperated, he keeps Molly full with the fingers of one hand as he seeks out that vial, bringing it up for a closer look. Can't read it, which he expected. Fuck. Molly's a moaning, grinding mess above and who knows for how much longer, Fjord can't ignore him. He wouldn't want to, Molly looks so lovely whining with his hair tangled around his horns like that.
He pops the cork free, resigning himself to whatever the potion does to his physiology; he's suspiciously certain that it's not made for half-orcs or anyone else with fairly decent stamina, but ...
But Molly. He's so needy. ]
I'll make it feel even better, Molly. Hold on.
[ He takes a swig and stuffs the cork back in, dropping the vial aside as he licks the weirdly viscous taste off his lips, heat and magic infusing him. Fjord grits his teeth and gasps as a wave of want burns through his blood, cock starting to harden without trouble as the potion works its stuff. ]
Fffffuck.
[ Fondly exasperated, he keeps Molly full with the fingers of one hand as he seeks out that vial, bringing it up for a closer look. Can't read it, which he expected. Fuck. Molly's a moaning, grinding mess above and who knows for how much longer, Fjord can't ignore him. He wouldn't want to, Molly looks so lovely whining with his hair tangled around his horns like that.
He pops the cork free, resigning himself to whatever the potion does to his physiology; he's suspiciously certain that it's not made for half-orcs or anyone else with fairly decent stamina, but ...
But Molly. He's so needy. ]
I'll make it feel even better, Molly. Hold on.
[ He takes a swig and stuffs the cork back in, dropping the vial aside as he licks the weirdly viscous taste off his lips, heat and magic infusing him. Fjord grits his teeth and gasps as a wave of want burns through his blood, cock starting to harden without trouble as the potion works its stuff. ]
Fffffuck.
[ Molly watches Fjord take a swig and those pretty eyes widen in shock... for a moment. Then he groans softly, rubbing against that hardening cock with laugh. ]
God, we're going to die...
[ He says, but he sounds so needy at the same time. It was like he was in fucking heat or something, not sure if it was the lube or the potion. He just madly needed Fjord in any way, be it fingers or cock or mouth, stuffed full like the most precious slut in the would, loved so deeply that the half-orc is honestly risking another damn hernia just to fuck him silly all night.
Their friends are going to need ear plugs.]
God, we're going to die...
[ He says, but he sounds so needy at the same time. It was like he was in fucking heat or something, not sure if it was the lube or the potion. He just madly needed Fjord in any way, be it fingers or cock or mouth, stuffed full like the most precious slut in the would, loved so deeply that the half-orc is honestly risking another damn hernia just to fuck him silly all night.
Their friends are going to need ear plugs.]
[ Fjord would agree if he didn't have his eyes screwed shut and claws digging into Molly's ass and thighs, a guttural noise roughly exiting his throat as he tips his head back and arches into Molly. Each gasp echoes the potion flooding him with its effect and when he gives the tiefling a sudden shove to roll them around, crowding him into the blankets, it's with a snarl that bares his tusks.
He opens his eyes — both red now with the orcish lust half-orcs rarely experience except in battle — and looks down at Molly through a haze. Fjord brings a trembling hand up to gently caress Molly's cheek, his heaving chest panting as he catches his breath while intoxicated, and the snarl softens to a rumble. ]
I'd do ... anything ... for you. You're mine. My mate. [ And then, gruffly, ] Open your legs.
He opens his eyes — both red now with the orcish lust half-orcs rarely experience except in battle — and looks down at Molly through a haze. Fjord brings a trembling hand up to gently caress Molly's cheek, his heaving chest panting as he catches his breath while intoxicated, and the snarl softens to a rumble. ]
I'd do ... anything ... for you. You're mine. My mate. [ And then, gruffly, ] Open your legs.
[ In-between the need flooding his body and the surprise of being turned around, Molly whines again, grabbing on to whatever he can to half-rut against that body with his eyes glazed and wanton. Molly does not expect Fjord to look so unhinged in return, and it immediately sends a thrill through his body and to his still hard cock. They're going to regret this later, waking up with bruises and so fucked-out that they can't move.
That's future Molly's problem, though.
That reddish haze in those eyes would be frightening to some, but Molly's not scared of Fjord; he never could be - and he's more than willing to enable that orcish side of him right now. It's gentle and demanding in one, a sweet touch to his cheek and a command to open his legs that is immediately followed, spread open for him to return where he belonged. ]
Yes, baby. I'm yours, your mate, whatever you want.
[ The possessiveness is so hot in the bedroom like this, and he feels so fucking adored under the snarls of passion. ]
That's future Molly's problem, though.
That reddish haze in those eyes would be frightening to some, but Molly's not scared of Fjord; he never could be - and he's more than willing to enable that orcish side of him right now. It's gentle and demanding in one, a sweet touch to his cheek and a command to open his legs that is immediately followed, spread open for him to return where he belonged. ]
Yes, baby. I'm yours, your mate, whatever you want.
[ The possessiveness is so hot in the bedroom like this, and he feels so fucking adored under the snarls of passion. ]
[ Ankles are snatched and Molly is dragged closer as Fjord prowls above, right onto Fjord's lap where a fat cockhead splits the tiefling open and each ridged inch rubs him raw with friction, slick from before but now without patience after getting the go-ahead. The potion induces an effect like his usual arousal but heightens his orc-side to a degree it usually never rises to, meaning Molly is in for a rough, hard fuck, kisses raking tusks over a nipple and higher, latching onto the curve of his neck as Fjord holds him down with a fiercely possessive bite.
He doesn't draw blood but there will be bruises and scratches tomorrow, not only on Molly's throat but all down his thighs as Fjord grasps at them roughly, pawing the enticingly beautiful ass of his lover who takes him so well. The bed smacks the wall, paid no attention in between snarls and sweet words ( Mine, I love you, you're so fucking good ) as he mates with him, and he lets instinct take over. ]
He doesn't draw blood but there will be bruises and scratches tomorrow, not only on Molly's throat but all down his thighs as Fjord grasps at them roughly, pawing the enticingly beautiful ass of his lover who takes him so well. The bed smacks the wall, paid no attention in between snarls and sweet words ( Mine, I love you, you're so fucking good ) as he mates with him, and he lets instinct take over. ]
[ Fjord slides into him so easily after all the fucking, his body accepting him inside hungrily as that perfect cock finally takes away the emptiness. Molly's immediately calling out Fjord's name again as his lover bottoms out and starts fucking him, grabbed and bit and feeling amazing in one. It's rough and it's hard and he just knows he'll be enjoying these bruises later. The bite to his throat to hold him still while bred is definitely going to show later as well, and it makes his cries of praise even louder.
He might have been a dumbass, but it's definitely worth it as Molly grabs at green shoulders, glad he cut his claws enough to not tear Fjord open but still leaving pinkish lines all over his back. Staking his claim in return. ]
Fuck, baby, I'm going to come again, how is this happening!?
[ Damn drow sex shops, he wants to tip them and asks for warning labels in one. ]
He might have been a dumbass, but it's definitely worth it as Molly grabs at green shoulders, glad he cut his claws enough to not tear Fjord open but still leaving pinkish lines all over his back. Staking his claim in return. ]
Fuck, baby, I'm going to come again, how is this happening!?
[ Damn drow sex shops, he wants to tip them and asks for warning labels in one. ]
Edited (don't you love it when you reread like a half day later and go 'wait I forgot like six words') 2020-06-21 22:29 (UTC)
[ The little clay bells by the door chime as a new customer enters the store, and there's a deep breath from him as the scents of the array of flowers meets his nose and the blessing of the carefully calibrated AC washes the heat from outside away.
The lavender tiefling looks around curiously, putting his phone back into his obnoxiously bright holo backpack and leaning over to smile at a succulent in a quirky pot. (He's grabbing that for Yasha later.) He wears tight black jeans and a far too colorful shirt- it would almost blend in with the background of flowers thanks to the many patterns on it, if it wasn't for the bright red eyes that are revealed when he pushes his sunglasses up by his horns.
It was a cute place, Molly thinks to himself as he makes his way over to the empty counter. A lot bigger than he thought, too - he really needed some business cards or something if they proved to be good. Support your local businesses and all that. ]
Hello?
[ He asks, a little amused to see everything so pretty and green yet seemingly nobody here. Like one of those less gritty post-apocalyptic sceneries.
...hopefully he didn't miss a 'back soon' sign or something. ]
The lavender tiefling looks around curiously, putting his phone back into his obnoxiously bright holo backpack and leaning over to smile at a succulent in a quirky pot. (He's grabbing that for Yasha later.) He wears tight black jeans and a far too colorful shirt- it would almost blend in with the background of flowers thanks to the many patterns on it, if it wasn't for the bright red eyes that are revealed when he pushes his sunglasses up by his horns.
It was a cute place, Molly thinks to himself as he makes his way over to the empty counter. A lot bigger than he thought, too - he really needed some business cards or something if they proved to be good. Support your local businesses and all that. ]
Hello?
[ He asks, a little amused to see everything so pretty and green yet seemingly nobody here. Like one of those less gritty post-apocalyptic sceneries.
...hopefully he didn't miss a 'back soon' sign or something. ]
[ Typically, barely five minutes after he flips the 'closed for lunch' sign to 'open', someone rings their way into the shop and starts hollering for help. It's been a long day; dropping a sack of soil that split over his white henley before he could put his apron on really set the tone and now, with Caduceus and Melora on a half-day after Fjord promised to look after the shop, he regrets his generosity. After his coworkers left, four old women had ummed and ahhed for the better part of an hour, snapping flowers off some of the blooms despite being told not to, ultimately buying nothing but a fucking mini cactus and wasting his time, all around the delivery schedule. Lunch for Fjord consisted of collapsing in a chair and spooning yoghurt into his mouth until his phone went off with the alarm to re-open, yawning all the while.
He doesn't feel rested, carrying a huge orchid out of the back that needs repotting and displaying whenever he gets five minutes. ]
Hello! Yes, yes, I'm here. Hang on, I'll be right with you.
[ Setting the plant down behind the desk, he wipesa muddy streak across his brow and looks up at the customer. ]
Alright, how can I —?
[ Help. The very last thing he expects to see after a menagerie of bland humans is a lavender, bejewelled tiefling, bright as a flowerbed in his own right. He's pretty, and Fjord is clearly stupid as he gapes for a moment, clearing his throat. He tugs his apron down, finding a tissue to wipe his dirty hands on without looking away from the colourful vision in front of him (decidedly not the usual clientele that Wildmother's Blooms usually rakes in). ]
Ah, hi. Anything I can help with?
He doesn't feel rested, carrying a huge orchid out of the back that needs repotting and displaying whenever he gets five minutes. ]
Hello! Yes, yes, I'm here. Hang on, I'll be right with you.
[ Setting the plant down behind the desk, he wipes
Alright, how can I —?
[ Help. The very last thing he expects to see after a menagerie of bland humans is a lavender, bejewelled tiefling, bright as a flowerbed in his own right. He's pretty, and Fjord is clearly stupid as he gapes for a moment, clearing his throat. He tugs his apron down, finding a tissue to wipe his dirty hands on without looking away from the colourful vision in front of him (decidedly not the usual clientele that Wildmother's Blooms usually rakes in). ]
Ah, hi. Anything I can help with?
[ Molly doesn't mind waiting a little, snooping around the flowers but unlike some entitled biddies, not touching anything. He doesn't know how flowers work beyond getting bouquets and wildflowers for Yasha, so he's not risking being yelled at by some matronly woman or hippie employee about it.
...that's not who greets him, though. It's something far better, that makes the tiefling lose his tongue for a moment. Despite (or maybe because of) the dirt and mud all over the half-orc, he's ridiculously handsome. What he's doing in a flower shop, Molly has no idea, but it's fucking adorable - and so is the surprise on the man's face. ]
Uh... hi.
[ Great. So eloquent. Get that forked tongue moving, Tealeaf, and don't flirt with people in their workplace. It's shitty. ]
I'm looking for some flowers to compliment me in a photoshoot.
[ He flashes a smile and does a theatric gesture towards himself, as it that explains all of it to a poor tired flowershop employee. ]
I was thinking roses, but then there were thorn issues...
...that's not who greets him, though. It's something far better, that makes the tiefling lose his tongue for a moment. Despite (or maybe because of) the dirt and mud all over the half-orc, he's ridiculously handsome. What he's doing in a flower shop, Molly has no idea, but it's fucking adorable - and so is the surprise on the man's face. ]
Uh... hi.
[ Great. So eloquent. Get that forked tongue moving, Tealeaf, and don't flirt with people in their workplace. It's shitty. ]
I'm looking for some flowers to compliment me in a photoshoot.
[ He flashes a smile and does a theatric gesture towards himself, as it that explains all of it to a poor tired flowershop employee. ]
I was thinking roses, but then there were thorn issues...
We have yellow roses, I can de-thorn them and they'd offset your, ah, the purple quite nicely. [ Gesturing to the tiefling ... in general. Is that a weird thing to say? Hngh. ] There's a colour-wheel rule, opposite shades attract. Usually we'd pair spring foxgloves with daffodils in our bouquets. But, ah, roses — yes, this way.
[ Fjuck, stop rambling. Stepping out from behind the desk he leads them to the spring central collection in the middle of the shop, touching some blue flowers with yellow insides on their petals, next to the roses. ]
The dwarf morning glories have some range in them too, blues to violets.
[ His gaze roams back up the tiefling, taking in the ornate horns. ]
[ Fjuck, stop rambling. Stepping out from behind the desk he leads them to the spring central collection in the middle of the shop, touching some blue flowers with yellow insides on their petals, next to the roses. ]
The dwarf morning glories have some range in them too, blues to violets.
[ His gaze roams back up the tiefling, taking in the ornate horns. ]
You can de-thorn roses? That almost sounds mean.
[ Molly preens a bit at the gesturing towards him, smiling. Usually we'd pair spring foxgloves with daffodils. Adorable. He's stealing that for something.
He follows behind Fjord, taking a look at the cute little flowers he's showing. ]
I've done some with yellow before, it's pretty if it's not a too saturated yellow. I'll be wearing white and lying on white sheets, so maybe something that goes with that as well?
[ Oh, he saw that look. ]
...and with my shinies?
[ Jingle, jingle. ]
[ Molly preens a bit at the gesturing towards him, smiling. Usually we'd pair spring foxgloves with daffodils. Adorable. He's stealing that for something.
He follows behind Fjord, taking a look at the cute little flowers he's showing. ]
I've done some with yellow before, it's pretty if it's not a too saturated yellow. I'll be wearing white and lying on white sheets, so maybe something that goes with that as well?
[ Oh, he saw that look. ]
...and with my shinies?
[ Jingle, jingle. ]
[ Contrite over being caught staring, he clears his throat and resolves to Be Professional. He can do that, it's literally his job. I'll be wearing white and lying on white sheets — okay, don't look like he's picturing that in a creepy way. Just a ... professional one? ]
I can see that they're gold, your accessories. Some of them? If you want roses, we do fabric ones too that are also in gold and might look nice against the white backdrop to match. Kind of a Roman-look?
[ Gold would look beautiful on that shade of lavender. ]
I can see that they're gold, your accessories. Some of them? If you want roses, we do fabric ones too that are also in gold and might look nice against the white backdrop to match. Kind of a Roman-look?
[ Gold would look beautiful on that shade of lavender. ]
Ooh, that is a lovely idea. Very decadent.
[ He's just a laurel away from an emperor already, with all his thrifted or sponsored jewelry and the fancy makeup where even his eyeliner is gold. ]
I have a bit of a budget, though... are they more expensive?
[ 'Budget' means he's just paid for a new bike for Yasha, because he doesn't have a driver's license and she's his ride everywhere. She deserved a good birthday present for putting up with all his needy bullshit in general, honestly. Molly might get a rather generous paycheck from his raunchy things, sponsors and the collabs, but it was fucking expensive to live here and they had a two-bedroom apartment with enough space for him to do his thing without the poor woman getting an eyeful.
This photoshoot was a huge request for some romantic fan, that would get him a nice pick-me-up after that expense... so it had to be perfect. ]
[ He's just a laurel away from an emperor already, with all his thrifted or sponsored jewelry and the fancy makeup where even his eyeliner is gold. ]
I have a bit of a budget, though... are they more expensive?
[ 'Budget' means he's just paid for a new bike for Yasha, because he doesn't have a driver's license and she's his ride everywhere. She deserved a good birthday present for putting up with all his needy bullshit in general, honestly. Molly might get a rather generous paycheck from his raunchy things, sponsors and the collabs, but it was fucking expensive to live here and they had a two-bedroom apartment with enough space for him to do his thing without the poor woman getting an eyeful.
This photoshoot was a huge request for some romantic fan, that would get him a nice pick-me-up after that expense... so it had to be perfect. ]
Well, they're silk and we stitch them on demand with added Swarovski crystals if you like a little extra sparkle, but ...
[ Fjord's an idiot. He hasn't tried to shoot his shot in literal years yet here he is, cocking a hip as he hangs his thumbs off his apron, pretending like he's counting up the price. Golden silk roses are pricey. ]
If you're buying in bulk, I can give you a discount.
[ Or just pay the rest of the price out of his actual wages and tell no one, it's fine. He wants to be a hero right now. ]
[ Fjord's an idiot. He hasn't tried to shoot his shot in literal years yet here he is, cocking a hip as he hangs his thumbs off his apron, pretending like he's counting up the price. Golden silk roses are pricey. ]
If you're buying in bulk, I can give you a discount.
[ Or just pay the rest of the price out of his actual wages and tell no one, it's fine. He wants to be a hero right now. ]
[ Oh. Oh. This guy was definitely giving him a deal here, Molly's got enough perception to figure that out. Molly's not above taking it, though, and smiles brightly at Fjord. Man, he was a handsome guy and a sweetheart?
He discreetly has to look for a wedding band, okay?
...nope. Excellent. ]
That would be wonderful. I have about a hundred gold to spend, how much would that get me?
[ If it was silk flowers, he could even reuse them!! Totally okay to blow on a private request. ]
He discreetly has to look for a wedding band, okay?
...nope. Excellent. ]
That would be wonderful. I have about a hundred gold to spend, how much would that get me?
[ If it was silk flowers, he could even reuse them!! Totally okay to blow on a private request. ]
[ Damn, that's a lot of gold. Not quite enough but this guy isn't shy with his cash. ]
For a hundred gold I can make ... fifty, with crystals? And throw in a couple of extra bouquets too, if you like any particular colours.
[ Gesturing around, not taking his eyes off the tiefling. ]
For a hundred gold I can make ... fifty, with crystals? And throw in a couple of extra bouquets too, if you like any particular colours.
[ Gesturing around, not taking his eyes off the tiefling. ]
[ Why keep money on him when it's supposed to be spent? (This is why he has rent issues sometimes.) ]
Oh, shit. Fifty's perfect.
[ Not as suave as he wanted that to come out, but still. He's getting such a good deal and this guy is hot. Interested too, if that look is anything to go by. ]
I did like the morning glories as well. Something like that to add a splash of color?
Oh, shit. Fifty's perfect.
[ Not as suave as he wanted that to come out, but still. He's getting such a good deal and this guy is hot. Interested too, if that look is anything to go by. ]
I did like the morning glories as well. Something like that to add a splash of color?
[ Charisma please hold out. Please. ]
We don't have any flowers as pretty as you, [ because of the lavender tone, which is so strange and lovely and maybe he should nod to the guy's arm to be more obvious about that, wow, don't sound too cheesy, ] but we can certainly have a browse. Mix and match.
[ To the edges of the floristry where the sunlight is pouring through on reds and pinks. ]
What do you like?
We don't have any flowers as pretty as you, [ because of the lavender tone, which is so strange and lovely and maybe he should nod to the guy's arm to be more obvious about that, wow, don't sound too cheesy, ] but we can certainly have a browse. Mix and match.
[ To the edges of the floristry where the sunlight is pouring through on reds and pinks. ]
What do you like?
[ Oh-ho, what a smooth operator! There's a smile at the compliment, the slightest hint of purple at his cheek. Sure, he did and said and heard a lot of shit, but it was always awkward in person... and he kind of liked this guy.
Go wild, Molly! ]
Few things are as pretty as me, but these flowers are definitely a challenge.
[ Molly purrs, trying that flirty and proud thing. He follows along to the glimmer of sunlight that makes all his jewelry glitter and shows him off in the best of ways. He's like a tiefling-shaped ray of light himself, a rainbow among the flowers and with a pretty contrast to his own color right next to him.
Flower and leaf. ]
Oh, these are lovely. This range of hues goes really well with both white and green, don't they?
[ He starts walking down the aisle a bit, stopping by some snapdragons with a smile and hoisting his shirt sleeve up a bit to show the snake swimming among the same flowers, calla lilies, lilacs and poppies. A lot of strength, peace and rebirth in flower language for him. ]
Fitting?
Go wild, Molly! ]
Few things are as pretty as me, but these flowers are definitely a challenge.
[ Molly purrs, trying that flirty and proud thing. He follows along to the glimmer of sunlight that makes all his jewelry glitter and shows him off in the best of ways. He's like a tiefling-shaped ray of light himself, a rainbow among the flowers and with a pretty contrast to his own color right next to him.
Flower and leaf. ]
Oh, these are lovely. This range of hues goes really well with both white and green, don't they?
[ He starts walking down the aisle a bit, stopping by some snapdragons with a smile and hoisting his shirt sleeve up a bit to show the snake swimming among the same flowers, calla lilies, lilacs and poppies. A lot of strength, peace and rebirth in flower language for him. ]
Fitting?
[ All the tieflings Fjord has seen are variations of red or outright blue (Jester), he has to inwardly agree he's never seen someone as pretty as this guy. Not in a long time, at least. Avantika had been a fireball in motion, the stranger before him looks like an inviting summer meadow in which to sow his —
Ahem. ]
You're going to put us out of business with those. [ said while eyeing the tattoos. ] Can I take your name for the order, please? Just so I don't forget anything while we're browsing.
[ Slipping a notepad and pencil out of his apron, because Melora and Caduceus once tried to use an ipad and broke it within the hour and Fjord now works in a mostly pre-tech florist shop.]
Ahem. ]
You're going to put us out of business with those. [ said while eyeing the tattoos. ] Can I take your name for the order, please? Just so I don't forget anything while we're browsing.
[ Slipping a notepad and pencil out of his apron, because Melora and Caduceus once tried to use an ipad and broke it within the hour and Fjord now works in a mostly pre-tech florist shop.]
They're lovely, but they don't have that scent, now do they? So there's no worry about that.
[ Unless he buys some flowery perfume??
Molly crouches down to have a closer look at a little red flower when Fjord asks, and he gives a little wink at the question. ]
Mollymauk Tealeaf. Molly to my friends, and we're friends now, aren't we?
[ He flicks his fingers a bit, somehow holding a tarot card between them all of a sudden. The front motif is art noveau has a filigree heart with his horn style sprouting on the sides of it, as well as a sun and moon design at the top and bottom. On the back of the card is his name, phone and instagram.
Smooth, right? ]
[ Unless he buys some flowery perfume??
Molly crouches down to have a closer look at a little red flower when Fjord asks, and he gives a little wink at the question. ]
Mollymauk Tealeaf. Molly to my friends, and we're friends now, aren't we?
[ He flicks his fingers a bit, somehow holding a tarot card between them all of a sudden. The front motif is art noveau has a filigree heart with his horn style sprouting on the sides of it, as well as a sun and moon design at the top and bottom. On the back of the card is his name, phone and instagram.
Smooth, right? ]
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