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Clack, clack, clack.

Yuliya's heels clicked their way across the dark, hardwood floor. Her pusher all aflutter. Today was a special day after all. The potential for a new pet-- er, employee.

No, no. Pet was probably more accurate. Even if he would earn a rather livable wage for his duties. 

Collar and leash in hand, she made her way toward the knock, knock, knock'ing of the front door. A brief moment with her hand on the shiny brass knob to steel herself. Biting her lip. Taking a deep, cleansing breath before swinging it open.

And what a sight she must have been. Agent Provocateur from head to, well... where her lingerie ended, her Louboutins began. Probably not what the poor dear expected, but why be anyone but herself? He'd need to get used to it eventually... unless it didn't work ou--

No. There would be no such negativity. Beauty was on the horizon, not disaster. He would be perfect. Absolutely perfect. She'd make sure of it.

Not that she'd have to do much. What she found on the other side of the mahogany was all droopy ears, freckles, and a humble smile. Dear god. Christmas came early. Or late, maybe? Either way, this was cause for celebration. 

Cutie!!!!

There Bellis was-- sat on a barstool and nursing her drink. Lonely. But what else was new?

The jukebox was playing something she'd heard 1000 times before, but that didn't stop her tapping foot. Just like her history of loneliness didn't stop her hoping that she'd eventually find someone to end it. She'd gone deaf to the infernal racket of both self-berating and the droning music.

Twirling a curl around her finger, she sighed. About time to call it a night. Going back hive alone... again.

Rolling her eyes, she slugged down the last inch of her libation and turned to dismount her perch. Running directly into the hulking mass of an... indigo? It was hard to tell, as his eyes were a solid three feet above her own, but he was certainly hell of a light higher on the spectrum than she was. And handsome. Not that it mattered of course.

im wearing a hat

>> It's been a while since you left your orchard.  Between a flood of recent commissions, an aphid infestation in your gardens, and caring for Bettie, you haven't had much time to yourself.  Tonight, however, you're going to take a break.