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#i'm still on my thug/florist au bullshit sdjfgh
errodevium-art · 4 years
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Naminé, a girl with pale skin and paler voice, drops by the shop every few days. The subtle scratch of pencil on sketchpad is welcome in the usual quiet, yet she doesn't mind when Ven decides to fill it further with ramblings about his day.
Naminé doesn't comment when the subject of his usual babbling noticeably shifts to smitten meandering about the boy he's met. She lets him go on and on about this addition to his life, interrupting with nothing but a knowing smile.
The flowers Ven arranges for her to draw shift from yellow carnations and purple hyacinth to sunflowers and forget-me-nots, and she's simply grateful to this stranger that the boy seems like himself again.
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