[ A heavily accented voice comes from somewhere at the back of the store, over by the workbench area where the table is strewn with wrapping paper and floral foam and bits of wire and tape. The owner of said voice is a tall, slender-looking blonde man dressed in a light blue two piece suit, with a white silk shirt beneath. His skin is incredibly pale under the artificial lights that seem to reflect in his eyes in a certain way to make them appear violet. It really is a wonder how Aziraphale hasn't noticed him yet because he's dripping in jewellery, from chains around his neck to rings, multiple, on each finger.
His hands are currently snipping away at the stems of a few flowers he's bound together, ribbon over his wrist ready to tie on. He nods at the flowers Aziraphale is currently studying, a smile playing around his features so comfortably that seems like its the way his face naturally falls. ]
Roses, I mean. The universal love flower, but get a yellow one and you could cement someone quite firmly in the realms of friendship only.
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[ A heavily accented voice comes from somewhere at the back of the store, over by the workbench area where the table is strewn with wrapping paper and floral foam and bits of wire and tape. The owner of said voice is a tall, slender-looking blonde man dressed in a light blue two piece suit, with a white silk shirt beneath. His skin is incredibly pale under the artificial lights that seem to reflect in his eyes in a certain way to make them appear violet. It really is a wonder how Aziraphale hasn't noticed him yet because he's dripping in jewellery, from chains around his neck to rings, multiple, on each finger.
His hands are currently snipping away at the stems of a few flowers he's bound together, ribbon over his wrist ready to tie on. He nods at the flowers Aziraphale is currently studying, a smile playing around his features so comfortably that seems like its the way his face naturally falls. ]
Roses, I mean. The universal love flower, but get a yellow one and you could cement someone quite firmly in the realms of friendship only.
[ Snip. ]
If they know flower language, that is.