dropped off.boat_lightsDecember 28 2010, 00:21:45 UTC
[For Road, there is a very large package awaiting on her doorstep, courier signing off from a certain Vincent Nightray. Within, there is a passionless greeting card -- the standard department store fare that contains a short and impersonal greeting.
The package itself is something else all together. Within, folded up neatly and tied with an expensive collage of ribbons are anassortmentofdresses. Wrapped separately in a rather large piece of black velvet is a parasol.
Everything looks expensive. It probably is. Everything looks as though it were custom-made to Road's measurements. Once again, it probably is. This is Vincent we are talking about. Vincent knows everything.
Wrapped apart from the dresses and the parasol is a plain white sleeveless sundress, one that is a little too long for Road's measurements, strangely enough. You'll have to ask him what that's about. However, the observant and particular elephant-memory sporting people would immediately see that this dress would fit Anemone to a tee.
[When Road opens the present she's absolutely overjoyed. The dresses are gorgeous and the parasol is even better - you can bet she'll be getting a lot of use out of those.
Upon seeing the white sundress though, she's a bit confused. The note though is enough to jolt her memory and realize exactly who it's for and for what purpose. After all, they never did have their tea party. Road grins and folds the dress neatly back up into the box for a future time.
First thing first though: She'll have to prepare a tea date to thank Vincent for his lovely gift.]
The package itself is something else all together. Within, folded up neatly and tied with an expensive collage of ribbons are an assortment of dresses. Wrapped separately in a rather large piece of black velvet is a parasol.
Everything looks expensive. It probably is. Everything looks as though it were custom-made to Road's measurements. Once again, it probably is. This is Vincent we are talking about. Vincent knows everything.
Wrapped apart from the dresses and the parasol is a plain white sleeveless sundress, one that is a little too long for Road's measurements, strangely enough. You'll have to ask him what that's about. However, the observant and particular elephant-memory sporting people would immediately see that this dress would fit Anemone to a tee.
There is a note attached. It reads thus.
"For your future tea parties."]
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Upon seeing the white sundress though, she's a bit confused. The note though is enough to jolt her memory and realize exactly who it's for and for what purpose. After all, they never did have their tea party. Road grins and folds the dress neatly back up into the box for a future time.
First thing first though: She'll have to prepare a tea date to thank Vincent for his lovely gift.]
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