;;sleeping draught.
@bellamy-mp
It was not often a new face wandered into the shop. Most of the customers were repeats that knew what they wanted, what they were after and where exactly to go to get it. The shop was not the most occupied like For the Fairest, but it had it’s own unique charm; he guessed. Which was why even on his shift between shoply duties the long haired demi-god found himself leaning into the counter top with his sketch pad wide open, doodlings of all his newest designs for outfit ideas. The countertop around his stool was decorated in the colors, in the gothic, in the chic; in the Celosia Mae name brand he intended to fill Mount Phoenix’s streets with. It was a long winded dream, for sure, but it was blossoming - slowly but surely.
Lost in his daydreams of thought, the boy hadn’t even realized the door had chimed and a customer had come wandering their way inside. Like every other he assumed it was a regular, and didn’t pay much attention to it thinking they knew their way around. That was, until the clearing of a throat caught his attention and drew his attention up. “Welcome to It’s a Motherly Thing, your one stop shop for all your potion, spells or brew needs. How can I-” His voice drolled on, thick with boredom as his eyes rolled up towards the person standing there.
Standing before him was by far the cutest treat to have walked in the store lately - and Celosia’s attention narrowed in him as soon as he realized it. In a flash his doodles were gathered up into his arms, stashed to the under side of the counter before the long haired brunette was leaning against it, chin perched contently on the top of his hand that was held up by his elbow. “Well, hello.~ How may I be of service to you?”
