[ a familiar voice rang through Lovetic. after a few moments' hesitation, Izaya emerges from the back of the store wiping dirt from his apron. he was going to be pleasant. he was going to force himself to be. that was the only way to avoid another incident, if he would be given the courtesy of a chance to avoid it in the first place. ]
Hello- just a minute.
[ and he's retrieving said items, begrudging himself for feeling nervous. it had been a while since he'd seen Claire. all of his injuries had since healed, if that was any marker for time. (he was, of course, now sporting a rather large bruise on the forehead from pricking himself on a thorn earlier and passing out in the entranceway. whoops.)
as he approaches, items in hand, he's repeating the command to be pleasant in his mind, though maybe it was more at the person he was gazing upon than it was to himself. ]
[He couldn't help himself. Oh man, that was unexpected. Seriously? Oh wow, what a great world this was! This was really too good! He'd wanted to work here before because he wanted to make his own wedding bouquets, but now, he just didn't know what this place was all about.]
[But it made him laugh.]
[So did that silly bruise.]
I-Izaya! Aha! Wow. Hey. How's it going? Thanks. Wow. Ahaha!
looking up from where he's been tending the flowers displayed in front of the shoppe, Crona tilts his head to the side slightly, listening. had he heard Mr Claire's voice? he didn't seem the type for flowers, though...
no, no, that had definitely been Mr Claire's voice. but where is he? ]
[ FLSDKFL;KL;;LKDF Crona jumps (just a little) at the voice suddenly being behind him, turning on his heel and almost losing his balance in the process. ]
Oh! I-I thought I heard you...!
[ looking a little pleased-- and obviously less startled now that he sees it's Vino, he rubs the bridge of his nose, letting a faint smile creep onto his face. ]
Hello... [ oh man, what does he say now? ] I'm surprised to see you here, somehow. H-How are you?
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Hello- just a minute.
[ and he's retrieving said items, begrudging himself for feeling nervous. it had been a while since he'd seen Claire. all of his injuries had since healed, if that was any marker for time. (he was, of course, now sporting a rather large bruise on the forehead from pricking himself on a thorn earlier and passing out in the entranceway. whoops.)
as he approaches, items in hand, he's repeating the command to be pleasant in his mind, though maybe it was more at the person he was gazing upon than it was to himself. ]
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[He couldn't help himself. Oh man, that was unexpected. Seriously? Oh wow, what a great world this was! This was really too good! He'd wanted to work here before because he wanted to make his own wedding bouquets, but now, he just didn't know what this place was all about.]
[But it made him laugh.]
[So did that silly bruise.]
I-Izaya! Aha! Wow. Hey. How's it going? Thanks. Wow. Ahaha!
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looking up from where he's been tending the flowers displayed in front of the shoppe, Crona tilts his head to the side slightly, listening. had he heard Mr Claire's voice? he didn't seem the type for flowers, though...
no, no, that had definitely been Mr Claire's voice. but where is he? ]
Mr Claire...?
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Oh! Hey, kiddo!
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Oh! I-I thought I heard you...!
[ looking a little pleased-- and obviously less startled now that he sees it's Vino, he rubs the bridge of his nose, letting a faint smile creep onto his face. ]
Hello... [ oh man, what does he say now? ] I'm surprised to see you here, somehow. H-How are you?
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[He inhales and puts his hands on his hips, looking up at the ceiling as if it was the sky.]
Because I happen to be just the slightest bit nervous and maybe a little bit unsure of where to go!
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