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fandomtownies2020-01-02 06:10 pm
okteiviakom) wrote in fandomtownies2020-01-02 06:10 pm
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Covent Garden Flowers, Thursday
Yesterday had been a loss, at least when it came to getting anything productive done. On Thursday, however, Octavia was back to her routines, working at Covent Garden. She liked this time of year in the shop: the end-of-year holiday season was over, but it'd still be a while before the annoying Valentine's Day related orders started rolling in. As a consequence, there was more time to actually work on displays and just deal with the year-round stock a little more.
The radio was airing Envy Adams's NYE show and Octavia found herself occasionally tapping along to the beat with one foot while she checked on some of the potted plants.
She was also studiously ignoring the tea set. Sorry, Seivarden.
[ooc: Open!]
The radio was airing Envy Adams's NYE show and Octavia found herself occasionally tapping along to the beat with one foot while she checked on some of the potted plants.
She was also studiously ignoring the tea set. Sorry, Seivarden.
[ooc: Open!]
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But they had made it past it. Just like she'd thought, and hoped, this time his arm wrapping around her waist didn't set off any warning signals in her brain. This time, it was a little more like that first time at the onsen, when his arm had just felt faintly reassuring: this time, it was just... nice, and she could just allow herself to enjoy being that close to him.
Her now-free hand slid up to the back of his neck, as if he needed any extra incentive or encouragement to keep ducking down to meet her. She could tell he didn't, she could feel it in the subtle shift in the kiss --
And she responded in kind, with just a little more eagerness, a little more hunger.