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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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?
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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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.]
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.
[ What kind of photoshoots is this guy doing to need a card to introduce himself by? Hm. He'll search that website later, when he isn't awkwardly blushing dark green from receiving a wink. ]
Friends, sure. [ He'd like to be more, although friends is a good place to start. Not while Fjord's at work but perhaps he can wrangle a meeting outside of it by the end of this visit. ] I'm Fjord. Nice to meet you, Mollymauk.
[ Molly says teasingly, hoping that blush is a good one and not one of embarrassment. Fjord was a nice name - 'like the car?' he immediately wants to say, but the poor half-orc had probably heard that a million times.
Pulled out of his unsubtle once-over, he finally remembers why he's here. Gold silk flowers and a pretty bouquet. Right. ]
It's pretty! Not sure about the stalks, though, they might not show the blossom as well when they're sprinkled over the sheets.
[ He looks over at another little red flower - red dwarf petunias. ]
[ Fjord gives him a curious look that says he doesn't get given cards all the time (and thinks he wouldn't even if he was meeting new people on the regular). Distracted by the talk of flowers, he agrees and shows Mollymauk the others behind, the same petunias but in variations of pink and white. ]
You could get these and pepper in some lisianthus, the peach would soften any red you want to sprinkle in.
[ He spends less time thinking about the flowers and more on studying Mollymauk with his easy crouch and relaxed limbs, the tail that sweeps the floor; he looks like he cares about what he's buying which can't be said for every guy that makes their way into a flower shop, so he gets points for that. What he said about making a set-up or whatever is intriguing. ]
Oh, I would love that. It sounds colorful without being overbearing.
[ He has... some taste.
Fiddling with his shimmery backpack, he takes out his phone again - older iPhone with a peacock case, a small crack in the corner. Not what he uses to take pictures, obviously. He flips through it for a moment and then turns it towards Fjord. The picture has a bed on it, hinting at a kaleidoscope of colors and fabrics on the sides of a nice white sheet. There are faerie lights hung by the bed for some mood lighting, a ring light left at the headboard and a light diffuser next to the bed. The little part of the nightstand that can be seen has an incense holder in the shape of a small girl dressed in silks, a moon and arrow held like a bow. ]
That's my scene, if you will. I don't have a photographer, so I do it on my own. I get requests and stuff...
[ He's not going to mention his foray into sex work to this poor man. ]
They pay me and I do shoots. Uh... artistic stuff, or for sponsors and collaborations.
Oh, you're a model. I see, the flowers make sense now.
[ He 100% believes Mollymauk to be a supermodel of some kind, with literally no idea of how models operate their working lives. Taking photos on their fancy bed? Seems legit. ]
If you're going to do a wide-shot of the bed do you have any tall vases to hold the flowers higher, like these? [ He finds one of the tall flutes filled with water, a decorate piece that comes to his waist and holds a bunch of lilies. ] If you arranged the flowers just-so you could make it look like you had more.
[ That was a bit forward, a bit too invested in a stranger's life. ]
I, ah, I do flower-arranging for the shop, keep it looking nice. It frees up the owner and her main employee to sort out the complex orders.
[ Model. Yes. Why didn't he just start with that, it was actually true half the time? Would have made so much more sense and a lot less skeezy. ]
Hmm... that would look really pretty, yeah. Sprinkle the silk ones on the bed and frame the shot with the bouquets.
[ Molly doesn't seem to mind Fjord's investment, because he's rather on his own with this since Yasha's on one of her trips. Flowers are really her department, and he had been thinking roses for days before he realized they had thorns. ]
You're the one that did all this? You're doing a damn good job about it, it's so gorgeous in here. I can't believe I haven't been in before, I only live like, three or so blocks away.
[ There's a pause. Didn't Yash mention a flower store? ]
...I bet you've seen my roommate. Big biker girl, scary looking but so soft when it comes to these little blooms.
[ Three blocks? Only three blocks? That's what he gets for having to drive into the main city centre every day, he's been missing out on all the local hotties. Mildred and Bertha don't count and have clearly been setting a false standard!
Recognition comes over his features at the mention of Yasha. ]
Yes, I think I know the person you're speaking about. She always buys something when she can and I try to set aside samples of the new flowers for her, she likes the blue ones best. She's very kind, gets on well with Caduceus my coworker.
[ Fjord had been daunted at first but the biker woman had been polite, quiet in a way most weren't, and he appreciated the thoughtfulness in her odd eyes. Anyway, nice as Yasha is it's shot-shooting time again as he super casually adds, ]
You should come in with her sometime, I might be able to find a stray flower for you too.
[ Unless he's reading this all wrong and the pretty tiefling model is just flirting to get a discount, which would be typical and unsurprising of Fjord's luck. ]
Her room looks like this place. It's very soothing.
[ Molly says fondly, liking the fact that he kind of had an 'in' here. It gets even better when Fjord seems to think the same, and there's a bright grin on the tiefling's face. ]
Oh, I definitely will tag along with her, I really like the greenery in here.
[ Pun very intended... and he can flirt both for a discount and because he's interested, Molly's good at multitasking.
[ The greenery, ohhh. Smooth. He jolts out of his thoughts at the reminder that he actually has a job to do, instead of mooning over the receptiveness he's soaking up. ]
... Right! Let me see, ah.
[ Back to the desk where he brings out a huge book marked with colourful stickers and tabs, because computers are a lost hope in this shop. He flips through the calendar and does some checking, totalling up how many days it would realistically take to make fifty gold crystal-studded roses. Luckily it's been quiet lately so he can come to work and actually have a solid project to work on, even if he is kind of funding it partially himself. ]
I can have them done by the middle of next week, if that's alright with you.
[ Everything about this shop was utterly endearing, specially the low-tech and adorable book he's now looking at. It was like one of those old elven shows.
...ouch, that was a little longer than he was hoping, but he could just talk to the subscriber about it. Flowers took a while to do, he can definitely understand that! They'll get their money's worth, maybe he'll throw in a personalized greeting as well. ]
Do you know about how much it will weigh? Gotta take it on Yasha's bike, we don't have a car.
We can deliver free of charge for an order as big as yours. I'll pencil you in now.
[ And he does, picking up a little business card for the shop (which is normal to have) and ringing up the price on the old-fashioned till, a receipt stapled to the card. ]
That'll be a hundred gold pieces, please, Mister Tealeaf.
... Ah. Perhaps payment in cash upon collection would be best.
[ Making another note to the book, he closes it and leans on the front desk, giving a somewhat reluctant nod of goodbye. How unfair to meet such a person at work and not at a bar. ]
Thank you for coming in today, you've given me quite the interesting project to work on.
[ He has that card. Besides, he's sure he'll see Yasha in the future and bets she won't want her roommate making things awkward by skipping on a payment. Sad to see the tiefling go, he's happy to watch him leave, wondering how someone so ostentatious and ridiculous can manage to be so genuinely charming. Maybe it's just Fjord, out of practice and unable to tell when he's being taken for a fool ... if so, he enjoyed the interaction all the same.
That night he goes home and finds the card from Tealeaf in the pocket of his apron before tossing that wrecked fabric into the washing machine. He has no idea what to expect from an instagram account, forced to make his own just to view the damn thing properly. Mollymauk has a lot of fans and it's obvious why; he's got his own brand going on, beautiful and fanciful with some vague allusions to depth that say a lot and nothing at all.
When fjord.tusktooth sends a DM that says working on your roses tomorrow, thanks for the card :) he thinks nothing more of it, expecting it to get lost in the thousands of messages the tiefling probably gets. ]
[ Molly has a spring in his step on the way home, enjoying some positive flirting without any demands and the feeling of talking to someone who didn't know him from the web. He showers and switches to a comfortable 'nightgown' made from a goliath-sized t-shirt. Grabbing his favorite drink after dinner, Molly goes back to his bedroom to sit back to go through comments. (More likely, play dick pic bingo).
His laptop is covered in stickers of bling, flowers and peacock feathers, making it easy to see who it belonged to, and it was easy to get into his account and set up the text-to-voice program.
It takes about ten minutes of general nonsense for him to actually have things he can reply to... and then a message from a fjord.tusktooth. It fills him with unexplainable glee to see that the man actually made an account just to talk to him!
I'm looking forward to see them! Thank you again for giving me such excellent service. Molly adds a little picture, a very innocent one of him smiling in Yasha's room from earlier in the week. Flowers everywhere, because Flower guy likes flowers and he just wants to... show flowers. Yasha will save the poor darlings after they've been used, and I'm definitely keeping those silk ones for new ideas! 😈💖💋 ]
[ Fjord smiles at the message, eyeing the emojis and trying not to think too hard about them: he sends a thumbs-up, because anything else feels invasive and he's sure Tealeaf doesn't want hounding after one meeting.
The week goes by in a blur of gold and sparkly crystals, with Melora and Caduceus helping out now and then in between their own orders (neither of them know about the extra gold he intends to add to the total upon his return, Mollymauk having been marked down for 150 coins in the book). With a box of fifty gleaming, impressively twinkling blooms in a box, ribbon-tied with the swirly sticker seal of Wildmother's, Fjord manages to shoot Tealeaf a message a day early.
hi! it's fjord from wildmother's. i have your order ready, would you like me to compile bouquets of the other flowers we discussed and arrange a delivery slot? :) ]
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[ 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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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?
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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?
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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?
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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.]
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[ 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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[ What kind of photoshoots is this guy doing to need a card to introduce himself by? Hm. He'll search that website later, when he isn't awkwardly blushing dark green from receiving a wink. ]
Friends, sure. [ He'd like to be more, although friends is a good place to start. Not while Fjord's at work but perhaps he can wrangle a meeting outside of it by the end of this visit. ] I'm Fjord. Nice to meet you, Mollymauk.
You, ah. You like the red bouvardia?
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[ Molly says teasingly, hoping that blush is a good one and not one of embarrassment. Fjord was a nice name - 'like the car?' he immediately wants to say, but the poor half-orc had probably heard that a million times.
Pulled out of his unsubtle once-over, he finally remembers why he's here. Gold silk flowers and a pretty bouquet. Right. ]
It's pretty! Not sure about the stalks, though, they might not show the blossom as well when they're sprinkled over the sheets.
[ He looks over at another little red flower - red dwarf petunias. ]
What about those?
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You could get these and pepper in some lisianthus, the peach would soften any red you want to sprinkle in.
[ He spends less time thinking about the flowers and more on studying Mollymauk with his easy crouch and relaxed limbs, the tail that sweeps the floor; he looks like he cares about what he's buying which can't be said for every guy that makes their way into a flower shop, so he gets points for that. What he said about making a set-up or whatever is intriguing. ]
Do you often need a lot of props like this?
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[ He has... some taste.
Fiddling with his shimmery backpack, he takes out his phone again - older iPhone with a peacock case, a small crack in the corner. Not what he uses to take pictures, obviously. He flips through it for a moment and then turns it towards Fjord. The picture has a bed on it, hinting at a kaleidoscope of colors and fabrics on the sides of a nice white sheet. There are faerie lights hung by the bed for some mood lighting, a ring light left at the headboard and a light diffuser next to the bed. The little part of the nightstand that can be seen has an incense holder in the shape of a small girl dressed in silks, a moon and arrow held like a bow. ]
That's my scene, if you will. I don't have a photographer, so I do it on my own. I get requests and stuff...
[ He's not going to mention his foray into sex work to this poor man. ]
They pay me and I do shoots. Uh... artistic stuff, or for sponsors and collaborations.
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[ He 100% believes Mollymauk to be a supermodel of some kind, with literally no idea of how models operate their working lives. Taking photos on their fancy bed? Seems legit. ]
If you're going to do a wide-shot of the bed do you have any tall vases to hold the flowers higher, like these? [ He finds one of the tall flutes filled with water, a decorate piece that comes to his waist and holds a bunch of lilies. ] If you arranged the flowers just-so you could make it look like you had more.
[ That was a bit forward, a bit too invested in a stranger's life. ]
I, ah, I do flower-arranging for the shop, keep it looking nice. It frees up the owner and her main employee to sort out the complex orders.
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Hmm... that would look really pretty, yeah. Sprinkle the silk ones on the bed and frame the shot with the bouquets.
[ Molly doesn't seem to mind Fjord's investment, because he's rather on his own with this since Yasha's on one of her trips. Flowers are really her department, and he had been thinking roses for days before he realized they had thorns. ]
You're the one that did all this? You're doing a damn good job about it, it's so gorgeous in here. I can't believe I haven't been in before, I only live like, three or so blocks away.
[ There's a pause. Didn't Yash mention a flower store? ]
...I bet you've seen my roommate. Big biker girl, scary looking but so soft when it comes to these little blooms.
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Recognition comes over his features at the mention of Yasha. ]
Yes, I think I know the person you're speaking about. She always buys something when she can and I try to set aside samples of the new flowers for her, she likes the blue ones best. She's very kind, gets on well with Caduceus my coworker.
[ Fjord had been daunted at first but the biker woman had been polite, quiet in a way most weren't, and he appreciated the thoughtfulness in her odd eyes. Anyway, nice as Yasha is it's shot-shooting time again as he super casually adds, ]
You should come in with her sometime, I might be able to find a stray flower for you too.
[ Unless he's reading this all wrong and the pretty tiefling model is just flirting to get a discount, which would be typical and unsurprising of Fjord's luck. ]
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[ Molly says fondly, liking the fact that he kind of had an 'in' here. It gets even better when Fjord seems to think the same, and there's a bright grin on the tiefling's face. ]
Oh, I definitely will tag along with her, I really like the greenery in here.
[ Pun very intended... and he can flirt both for a discount and because he's interested, Molly's good at multitasking.
... right, work. ]
When can these things be ready for me?
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... Right! Let me see, ah.
[ Back to the desk where he brings out a huge book marked with colourful stickers and tabs, because computers are a lost hope in this shop. He flips through the calendar and does some checking, totalling up how many days it would realistically take to make fifty gold crystal-studded roses. Luckily it's been quiet lately so he can come to work and actually have a solid project to work on, even if he is kind of funding it partially himself. ]
I can have them done by the middle of next week, if that's alright with you.
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...ouch, that was a little longer than he was hoping, but he could just talk to the subscriber about it. Flowers took a while to do, he can definitely understand that! They'll get their money's worth, maybe he'll throw in a personalized greeting as well. ]
Do you know about how much it will weigh? Gotta take it on Yasha's bike, we don't have a car.
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[ And he does, picking up a little business card for the shop (which is normal to have) and ringing up the price on the old-fashioned till, a receipt stapled to the card. ]
That'll be a hundred gold pieces, please, Mister Tealeaf.
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Oh, you are a lifesaver, Mister Fjord.
[ He winks at the half-orc and pulls out his debit card. Eyeing the ancient cash register for a moment and then gets an amused look on his face. ]
Does this work or should I go get cash?
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[ Making another note to the book, he closes it and leans on the front desk, giving a somewhat reluctant nod of goodbye. How unfair to meet such a person at work and not at a bar. ]
Thank you for coming in today, you've given me quite the interesting project to work on.
[ The repetition will be horrific. ]
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[ He leans to the desk, tail making little happy swishes behind him. ]
I can definitely do that, and I so look forward to seeing you. With my flowers.
[ Right. Yes. Go on. ]
You have my contact information if you need to get a hold of me for... anything.
[ Wink! ]
Thank you!
[ With that, he puts his phone away again into his backpack, nods his head so that the sunglasses fall down on his nose (smooth!) and heads out. ]
Have a nice day~!
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[ He has that card. Besides, he's sure he'll see Yasha in the future and bets she won't want her roommate making things awkward by skipping on a payment. Sad to see the tiefling go, he's happy to watch him leave, wondering how someone so ostentatious and ridiculous can manage to be so genuinely charming. Maybe it's just Fjord, out of practice and unable to tell when he's being taken for a fool ... if so, he enjoyed the interaction all the same.
That night he goes home and finds the card from Tealeaf in the pocket of his apron before tossing that wrecked fabric into the washing machine. He has no idea what to expect from an instagram account, forced to make his own just to view the damn thing properly. Mollymauk has a lot of fans and it's obvious why; he's got his own brand going on, beautiful and fanciful with some vague allusions to depth that say a lot and nothing at all.
When fjord.tusktooth sends a DM that says working on your roses tomorrow, thanks for the card :) he thinks nothing more of it, expecting it to get lost in the thousands of messages the tiefling probably gets. ]
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His laptop is covered in stickers of bling, flowers and peacock feathers, making it easy to see who it belonged to, and it was easy to get into his account and set up the text-to-voice program.
It takes about ten minutes of general nonsense for him to actually have things he can reply to... and then a message from a fjord.tusktooth. It fills him with unexplainable glee to see that the man actually made an account just to talk to him!
I'm looking forward to see them! Thank you again for giving me such excellent service. Molly adds a little picture, a very innocent one of him smiling in Yasha's room from earlier in the week. Flowers everywhere, because Flower guy likes flowers and he just wants to... show flowers. Yasha will save the poor darlings after they've been used, and I'm definitely keeping those silk ones for new ideas! 😈💖💋 ]
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The week goes by in a blur of gold and sparkly crystals, with Melora and Caduceus helping out now and then in between their own orders (neither of them know about the extra gold he intends to add to the total upon his return, Mollymauk having been marked down for 150 coins in the book). With a box of fifty gleaming, impressively twinkling blooms in a box, ribbon-tied with the swirly sticker seal of Wildmother's, Fjord manages to shoot Tealeaf a message a day early.
hi! it's fjord from wildmother's. i have your order ready, would you like me to compile bouquets of the other flowers we discussed and arrange a delivery slot? :) ]
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