#numberoneassistant

“Welcome t’ Saint’s Camellias. Ya here for a specific type o’ flower? If you name it, I’ve probably got it somewhere.” Despite his rather large stature and obvious muscle, the man seemed rather gentle from his demeanor alone. He was leaning over his glass counter, which displayed pictures for prices to certain arranged bouquet types, event orders, and so on. There’s displays with exotic(?) flowers on either side, along with a line of them leading to the counter. 

“Did they come!? Did they come today!?”

Steven ran inside the home for displaced children, dropping his backpack and boots on the floor by the door –not put up, despite being reminded a thousand times. His cheeks pink with cold and excitement, Steven ran into the kitchen where Isabelle was sitting at the table, pouring over tea and papers that were probably bills.

“Did you…” His smile fades as he realized she would have long since met him in the foyer if there was any good news. “Did you see them?”

He unzipped his winter coat and tugged the scarf off from around his neck, revealing the pink fabric to be the same blanket he was left in as a baby. Its rose scent gave him a dreamy feeling usually, but this time it gave him an odd unsettling one somewhere in his gem.

“My sea pals?” He prompted, all excitement gone. His toy was supposed to come in the mail. That’s what he was excited for.

His parents were supposed to come get him. He was always waiting for that as well.

When he spoke again, his voice was so quiet, barely over a whisper to hold back how close it was to breaking. He wrung the scarf nervously in his hands.

Something was falling from the sky. It wasn’t rain, but it was water. Just... frozen? Yes, frozen. How odd-- does this mean it’s cold? If it’s cold, then-- FOCUS.

...Their thoughts, now that they let themselves have some, wander everywhere, it seems. But drat, the Light is coming out, peaking from between the clouds. It might not attack them, but they still don’t want to deal with it.

Hollow takes a step forwards, and the thin coating of snow that was covering them slides off-- and right into the path in front of an odd being.

Pausing, Hollow glances from being to snow before lowering their tall frame to the other’s level. Another moment after the stare, and they reach out their one hand to start clawing away the snow covering the path.

“I like dogs!”

memelord sentence starters // accepting

[I can't believe I had to read this with my human eyes]

   The cat had been walking around for a little while, checking the bars and restaurants around the Fibonacci town, sketchpad in hand. This place sure was a mess, with tons of skyscrappers and the whole theme going around... She already misses Possum Springs a bit.

   She had been looking up to the sky, and ends up bumping into something.

   “Ah, crap! What is...”