𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐃, and what a shame that they don't — not as often as fleurano would prefer, yet makes them all the more enticing to a god who loves an iridescent pink. he almost laments that he would not rip @confettiguts open on the spot; that is someone else's job, a jurisdiction that he dares not touch. he stares, ponderingly, for a moment, and wafts away his whims. after all, she already embraces him with a wardrobe that would put a worshipper to shame. ❝ this one, dear. ❞ he ushers a blush-colored cardigan into the doll's hands; they had been peering at the rack of clothes for quite a while now. he has already been here for 45 minutes, and he thinks ill of waiting even a minute more. ❝ with the heels that you wore last monday. now, can we hurry up and get some lunch? ❞












