Post by Narcissa King on Sept 21, 2020 16:27:54 GMT -4
Being home on time was like a blessing, just a little cup of something strong and relaxing on her couch. Work was only more aggravating then before. She had almost no time to be that smart and sassy informant for the bad side of the world, or well... She did not actually think everything was wrong with what some people were doing and yet she hated herself. The reason she couldn't fix herself, the reason she was lost was that she killed her former best friend and partner. Luckily for her, he attacked first and it had looked like an incident but that did not mean that she did not get over the fact how it looked when the light in his eyes disappeared. She could hear the sound and everything and it did keep her awake, which was another reason why she did not do much work in the evening for the informant role that she possessed as Daffodil. She was too tired. She even fell asleep in office yesterday, it was embarrassing and stupid but people got it and gosh why was Japan so nice to her? She wasn't even an official Japanese citizen until Tomio put in the work to get her the dual citizenship... heh how long would it take before she was no longer officially a citizen of Barbados? As soon as her country figured out she was having another nationality they might take it away. No statelessness and such. She sighed, she did not want to think about it and took another sip of her whiskey. Whiskey at five in the afternoon... evening, whatever you wanted to call it, it was not like her. She felt like the little bit of control that she gained back was slipping away from her fingers and yet she was doing... fine.
She heard the sound of the intercom and groaned, ugh what could that possibly be? She had not ordered food and not said that anyone could disturb her? She had been scrolling through the chats, some new one, but there were a few new ones lately and she would have to up her game to get their attention and information but she was exhausted. Of everything and further plans, no she would see later, there was nothing wrong with extending the first impression, as long as that the first impression should be good. She dragged herself to the intercom, ticked herself softly on her cheek to not show her grumpy attitude to the porter downstairs, she needed to keep him as her friend. "Yes?" It was silent for a few seconds, "Ehm miss King, we have a good issue," The fuck was going on, what the heck was a good issue? So she asked that question, it was that she recognized the voice of the porter else she wouldn't even take this serious. So what was it. "Well miss King, I think you are the only person to have a delivery of this many flowers." This many flowers? Heh? But what the hell what was going on and she asked them to please come up and she opened the door to the elevator or the hallway of her penthouse and just looked when they came, bringing buckets of bouquets with red roses. "You are kidding?" She turned her attention to the porter who was now carrying two buckets up there with at least 8 bouquets in both buckets and the man shook his head, "It's a full van for you, miss King." She crossed her arms and just looked at him and indicated to continue and put the buckets near her kitchen or something... a van full... how many was that? She did not have vases for this, but... she did not get it until something started to dawn on her. She thought Verdure was joking, considering that she was just teasing them with the way they chatted in the villain chat. The way Idunn or whatever that person's name was had thought they were married. Oh, oh no... but she thought he was done with her and that she had annoyed him by falling in his arms, half dying, who would be happy to see her like that?
A bright blush appeared on her cheeks and nose bridge when she realized Antonio really send her a van full of roses. "Miss King, the delivery guy asks for a signature that you got indeed all 390 bouquets of roses?" She shook her head and looked at the porter who held up a clipboard with a pen and looked at her, "It's quite impressive isn't it?" She asked him softly and he nodded, tipping his head, "Someone must really like you, miss King."
Someone must really like her indeed, she thought to herself, amused and annoyed at the same time. The men had left, brought her 390 bouquets, she counted a few of them, all came to the same number so she believed she had about 10.000 flowers in her house at this point. Where to leave all of them, it was such a hard work to consider where to put them. First she was amused by it, trying to find the vases she had and putting them everywhere, one in her office, one on both bedside tables in her bedroom. One on each side of the television, on the coffee table, on the fridge, on the kitchen cupboard, a few on the balcony, but soon enough she had no room for them anymore nor vases or glasses and the buckets remained on the ground, where she could manouvre herself between them, there was no room to stand, she had moved a few on the barstools of her kitchen... She wasn't sure where to go, she could barely get her ass back to the coffee table in the living room to grab her glass of whiskey... she could only safely get into her bed, which wasn't a way to go. She wanted to complain, also to get the attention and she sunk down on the floor, head against the kitchen cabinet and yet a smile on her face.
9750 red roses in her house, and someone must really like her.
She heard the sound of the intercom and groaned, ugh what could that possibly be? She had not ordered food and not said that anyone could disturb her? She had been scrolling through the chats, some new one, but there were a few new ones lately and she would have to up her game to get their attention and information but she was exhausted. Of everything and further plans, no she would see later, there was nothing wrong with extending the first impression, as long as that the first impression should be good. She dragged herself to the intercom, ticked herself softly on her cheek to not show her grumpy attitude to the porter downstairs, she needed to keep him as her friend. "Yes?" It was silent for a few seconds, "Ehm miss King, we have a good issue," The fuck was going on, what the heck was a good issue? So she asked that question, it was that she recognized the voice of the porter else she wouldn't even take this serious. So what was it. "Well miss King, I think you are the only person to have a delivery of this many flowers." This many flowers? Heh? But what the hell what was going on and she asked them to please come up and she opened the door to the elevator or the hallway of her penthouse and just looked when they came, bringing buckets of bouquets with red roses. "You are kidding?" She turned her attention to the porter who was now carrying two buckets up there with at least 8 bouquets in both buckets and the man shook his head, "It's a full van for you, miss King." She crossed her arms and just looked at him and indicated to continue and put the buckets near her kitchen or something... a van full... how many was that? She did not have vases for this, but... she did not get it until something started to dawn on her. She thought Verdure was joking, considering that she was just teasing them with the way they chatted in the villain chat. The way Idunn or whatever that person's name was had thought they were married. Oh, oh no... but she thought he was done with her and that she had annoyed him by falling in his arms, half dying, who would be happy to see her like that?
A bright blush appeared on her cheeks and nose bridge when she realized Antonio really send her a van full of roses. "Miss King, the delivery guy asks for a signature that you got indeed all 390 bouquets of roses?" She shook her head and looked at the porter who held up a clipboard with a pen and looked at her, "It's quite impressive isn't it?" She asked him softly and he nodded, tipping his head, "Someone must really like you, miss King."
Someone must really like her indeed, she thought to herself, amused and annoyed at the same time. The men had left, brought her 390 bouquets, she counted a few of them, all came to the same number so she believed she had about 10.000 flowers in her house at this point. Where to leave all of them, it was such a hard work to consider where to put them. First she was amused by it, trying to find the vases she had and putting them everywhere, one in her office, one on both bedside tables in her bedroom. One on each side of the television, on the coffee table, on the fridge, on the kitchen cupboard, a few on the balcony, but soon enough she had no room for them anymore nor vases or glasses and the buckets remained on the ground, where she could manouvre herself between them, there was no room to stand, she had moved a few on the barstools of her kitchen... She wasn't sure where to go, she could barely get her ass back to the coffee table in the living room to grab her glass of whiskey... she could only safely get into her bed, which wasn't a way to go. She wanted to complain, also to get the attention and she sunk down on the floor, head against the kitchen cabinet and yet a smile on her face.
9750 red roses in her house, and someone must really like her.
