Luto hummed as he locked the door to the flower shop, still bouncy and excited for what he had planned out for the afternoon and for later in the evening.

A simply handshake, and a favor was paid in cash before the door was unlocked and the chief let in, his honey colored eyes falling onto the two shit stirring blonds he knew too well. "It's Wednesday morning, and I have to come in to both of your ugly mugs." Samson grumbled, clicking his tongue against his teeth as he shook his head and had a seat across the table. "Can I look away for two minutes without you two stirring shit?" He chided, leaning back and snickering, "I gatta ask myself if the head is really worth all this fuckin' trouble."

thank you to all of my followers from the bottom of my heart!

[ for @damndirtyrat )

-ooc-Here’s the thing, I don’t actually believe you.Perhaps you didn’t send the first, there’s no real telling.However I am now certain you sent the second.Not only is your little double dash instead of a space (drama--I) just like the second anon, you also posed THIS, were you said the word alienate in regards to me, just like the second anon as well.  The fact that you had asked if I was planning on continuing our thread like a day and a half after you replied also leads me to believe you’re an impatient person.  And perhaps that is enough to make someone “lash out” too. That considered, and now with this ask, (which baffles me a bit as I’ll explain below) makes me not trust you about any of my anons, since I just caught you in a lie about at least one of them. I’m also confused as to how you would know I thought it was you that sent them, because I never mentioned you, and YOU UNFOLLOWED ME, so you would not have seen that post about one person unfollowing unless you came on my page. Why would you do that if you were entirely innocent? Who unfollows someone claiming it’s because of ‘drama’ and them comes back to look for more drama?After I received this, I did go to your page, I’ll admit, I was curious. And of course I found some post about me.In it  you said I attack my followers, and am a source of drama.That is a serious stretch, and a strange one at that, considering the only ones I have EVER  attacked on tumblr in my 5+ years here are the ones sending shitty anons.I’m honestly a bit concerned for you, this is odd behavior.Regardless, I’m actually glad things went this way, and now maybe the drama that is forced on me via others like yourself might ease up.Don’t bother responding. Don’t bother flipping out over me airing this publicly either. I turned off anon so people can’t dump on me in private without others knowing who they are, or what they’re really like. So I’m going to protect myself, and put this out there so maybe you won’t feel entitled to hop in my ask box again.Good day, and good luck in life~

He was the last person she would suspect of coming to the nursery. Most of their customers were middle aged mothers with a desire for a picturesque garden, or Elves in charge of a garden for their boss, or something similar. Usually they knew where to go, what to get and required the Dwarf to be the one gathering it all and loading it up. So she was curious. She pulled her gloves off that she'd been using to handle roses for an adamant and pushy elf ("red! They need to be red, not pinkish red!") so she could speak to the customer. For some reason the company preferred no gloves for customer service but gloves were required for transport. She didn't make the rules. "Are you looking for anything in particular, sir? We deal in live plants but also have seeds and garden supplies." Whatever he was looking for, she could hopefully help with. Unless he was one of those people trying to use fertilizer for explosives. She'd already dealt with one this year.

The billfold is proffered as if it were wine on a silver platter. Her hand and the chin in her pulled up hoodie was so pale one honestly might have mistaken her for marble come to life.  “You should be more careful with your things,” murmured. Her face is a mask of placidity, but her eyes glittered with subtle mischief. 

@damndirtyrat​