a. z. fell
She/Her
30
December 21st
Fortree, Hoenn
Bisexual
Surviving
Civillian
i'm just a demon who goes along with hell as far as she can.
Ignition [m]
POSTED ON Aug 29, 2022 18:12:56 GMT
Oh, yeah, the Instagram, the Instagram for Elisabeth Fiorelli, the Instagram she’d made specifically to help Elisabeth, Elisa’s Instagram. “Oh, neat,” Cyg said, feeling another burst of pride, “glad to know it actually reaches people.” Elisa was a goddess at most everything but technology, god bless her, was not her sphere. “So usually we do personal delivery, and by that, I mean me delivery, because I’m also the delivery girl.” She reached under the desk for the book of paper and card samples. She didn’t press him about the ‘friend’ bit because she immediately thought of Isaac and been there, done that, the difference being she worked in a flower shop, so he brought her baked goods and explosives. She did, however, laugh a little bit at expert. “Well, I’m not quite as knowledgable as my boss, but I can help with the general gist of things. What are you trying to say? Do you know what colors she likes?” Cyg set the little binder of tissue paper and greeting card samples on the counter, and spun it towards him. “Then there’s, like, different styles. Like a traditional bouquet wrapped in paper, or in a vase. We also do boutonnières and corsages, gift baskets, baked goods…” Opening the cover of the sample binder caused a few of her stupid motorcycle sketches to fall out. She frowned and pushed them to the side. They must’ve gotten accidentally slipped in here when she was cleaning them up. @marshall
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