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hexadin. warlodin & palalock. palalolockdin. ([personal profile] halforc) wrote in [personal profile] devilstongue 2020-07-11 08:44 pm (UTC)

[ He shoots off his address, texting him kisses with an apology for how tired he's been lately, then falls asleep with his phone in his hand.

The next few days pass in a blur of activity as Nila, Melora's friend, needs emergency flowers on a bulk order; those she bought elsewhere for her son's wedding are awful and wilting, so Wildmother's briefly becomes a flurry of blooms and petals as Caduceus and Melora focus on the wedding order while Fjord frantically deals with everything else, making up bouquets all morning and delivering them all afternoon, a rinse-repeat until Saturday at five o'clock when Caduceus notices a whole box of wreaths was left off the delivery (for the pews in the church, what's worse). Melora is already with Nila for the ceremony in the morning and Caduceus has a family night planned, so Fjord hedges his bets and agrees to drive to the next town.

Caduceus agrees to message Molly about Fjord getting roped into extra work, what with Fjord's phone having died while he ignored it and focused on work, and that seems like the end of it. If Fjord is a little late tonight then Molly will forgive him, he's sure, the tiefling can just set off at a later time so he isn't stood outside.

Fjord is looking forward to seeing him so much.

Caduceus does text Molly:
Fjord can't make it. And, because he is Caduceus, he then forgets his phone exists in the hubbub of the Clay family household. Fjord's trip is diverted around roadworks that add an extra hour either way, which is ... typical. Then, once he delivers the flowers and Nila gives him a big hug, he has to drive back in the pelting rain as a storm hits and his failing gas tank gives out, stranding him on the edge of town. He walks twenty minutes to the nearest petrol station, then all the way back, and is sneezing something fierce by the time he pulls up outside his apartment building.

It's around eleven at night, the chilly night air lashing him with rain as if he hasn't had enough slaps in the face today despite his good deed. ]

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