angel, rogue bastard
he / him
twenty-six
july 21st
alto mare, johto
heterosexual
pilot
nautica owner
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angelo vestri
olive branch . [s]
POSTED ON Nov 22, 2020 18:23:59 GMT
Hovering at the doorway to her office, Angelo scans the room with quiet interest, taking immediate note of the cocktail of plant scents that drift over him. He couldn’t say that he found the combination unpleasant. In fact, it wasn't too bad...
For the most part the place seemed like a cosy, modest kind of setup, with a computer in one corner and light filtering in through the window to make dust particles sparkle. Only the plants that Cait had placed in the room went beyond the stereotypical mini cactus set that would often sit in a usual office, various shapes of green scattered and hung around to bring a vibrant, natural atmosphere to an otherwise bare room. Like a slice of the outside had been carefully brought in.
Then there was the assortment of items carefully placed objects, neat and in order, on a desk in the middle of the room. Cait kindly offered Angelo an explanation and he takes a step into the room to look closer at her products.
“They smell good,” he comments as she points out the bars of soap that will be going to Stormy, offhandedly thinking that the brunette would like them and that this gave him a good excuse to fit in a visit after the delivery was done.
Next, she moves over to her next product which is rolled up neatly in brown paper and sitting innocently on the table, the young man not needing much of an explanation to understand what it contained. Blue eyes drift over from the cannabis to Cait, nonchalant to the substance he was to deliver but listening intently all the same, not seeming bothered by what he was to discreetly transport from the former gym leader to an elite and councilman. Who was he to make judgements, especially when he would be tempted to partake if the opportunity presented itself?
“Course. Customer discretion is always important. I'll get it to them in one, confidential piece.”
Rather than being surprised by the product, Angelo was more taken in that Cait had made all of this herself, that she had family recipes and the like – it was interesting.
“So, these are all your own and your family’s recipes, then? That’s pretty cool. I think all the secret family recipes I’ve got is for a rather mediocre lemon cake.”
His gaze falls down to the grass hedgehog as he notices it giving him a sniff, taking a slight step to the side to let the creature pass on its mission towards the plants. “Ah, sorry stellina, I'm in your way, huh?” His voice takes on a soft note at the endearment term, picked up from his grandparents in Alto Mare, that often spilled out for small creatures such as this. Blue gaze curiously blinks after it; he hadn't seen a pokemon like that before...
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