The paper smells of expensive rose and cinnamon perfume and is delivered in a puff of red smoke. ( from @vilevenero)
accepting bingos
Email was fun but he had to admit snail mail had its charm. Paper is gripped betwixt azure claws as familiar scent caresses his nostrils like an ancient lover. He can only smirk and push himself away from the desk. "I'm comin' babe, I'm comin."








