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Lucrecia passes by the main room after checking her tab, the same as any other morning on her way out to work. Today, however, she comes to the Bar to set a thrice-folded paper upon the counter. Inside of the tucked corners is a key for room 43, looped with a small yellow ribbon as a key chain or holder.
Vincent,
Thank you for allowing me to stay a short while. And for the flowers.
Now that I understand more about Milliway's I can return and repay you for the use of your room, at least.
I think it looks much brighter now.
~Lucrecia
Most of the things she's left behind in the room, since she has returned the key, are intentional. Namely, there is a small and bright bouquet of dried flowers tied with solid ribbons, mounted upon a formerly blank wall. Fragrances from apple and lilac potpourri sits in a glass bowl beside the bathroom sink. On the desk beside the mirror are three uneven pillars of vanilla wax candles. And of course, fresh flowers within their vase. Tucked among the lower stems is a small strip of paper that has been crumpled and seems to have made an attempt to be stuffed into the water at the last moment. She'll find some other way.
(Do you remember our place? Under that tree?)
Elsewhere, beneath a drawer or bed, there may be a stray book on gardening that she hasn't managed to catch.
[TinyTag: Lucrecia Cresent]
Vincent,
Thank you for allowing me to stay a short while. And for the flowers.
Now that I understand more about Milliway's I can return and repay you for the use of your room, at least.
I think it looks much brighter now.
~Lucrecia
Most of the things she's left behind in the room, since she has returned the key, are intentional. Namely, there is a small and bright bouquet of dried flowers tied with solid ribbons, mounted upon a formerly blank wall. Fragrances from apple and lilac potpourri sits in a glass bowl beside the bathroom sink. On the desk beside the mirror are three uneven pillars of vanilla wax candles. And of course, fresh flowers within their vase. Tucked among the lower stems is a small strip of paper that has been crumpled and seems to have made an attempt to be stuffed into the water at the last moment. She'll find some other way.
(Do you remember our place? Under that tree?)
Elsewhere, beneath a drawer or bed, there may be a stray book on gardening that she hasn't managed to catch.
[TinyTag: Lucrecia Cresent]