【𝐀 𝐕𝐞𝐢𝐥 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥】➛𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓑𝓾𝓽𝓵𝓮𝓻

20

"The usual, yes mister?" Questioned a nice old lady over the counter as the bell of her shop rang and she peeked up over the counter to see who it was.

"Yes, the roses, as I usually do, and may I fern as well? She likes her greenery," The man requested, watching as the woman packaged the flowers nicely, 

The old lady smiled as she set the roses down, "Why of course, I must say I like ferns as well, such a common plant often goes unrecognised," she strode over behind the screen where she kept talking, he heard rustling as she shuffled around to get the plants, "You do know, in this society many take the language of flowers very seriously, ferns often mean magic, fascination and secrets bonds of love,"

He chuckled, his white-clad gloves placing some cash onto the counter as he collected the florals under his right arm, "I am very aware, farewell now," he gave a slight wave as did the woman,

Stepping out onto the snow-covered streets, he thought for a moment if there was anything else he might need, it was still early in the morning, and shops were only just opening. "Flowers to replace and decorate...now, ingredients for the kitchen," It wasn't quiet, but it wasn't busy either. Carriages still trotted their steeds up and down the cobblestone street and kids who woke up to play, throwing snowballs at each other and laughing as they ran across the street.

The local grocer was practically next door to the flower shop. And had just opened. Not only was it the closest, but it was also of quite a decent quality. 

"Morning, good sir! Anything in particular I can help you with?" The man over the counter spoke. tilting his head up from the newspaper to greet the man as the bell of the door rang, signifying his entrance, fixing his moustache with a welcoming smile,

"Morning, I think I'll be fine, thank you," he gave a slight nod, holding onto his hat that he wore outside as he examined the shelves. He picked up flour, fruits in a variety, and eggs. Setting them onto the counter as the moustached man checked his items, 

"five shillings sir," he pushed over the items in a paper bag as Ash reached into his pockets to grab some cash, his gloved thumb grazing a hard object making him pause for a slight moment, but he resumed quickly and paid the man before leaving.

Once out of the shop, looking up into the sky where the snow was still falling, he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out the item his finger had previously grazed on, he stared at the tube, using one hand skillfully popped off the lid and holding it between his index and middle as he spun the lipstick up, "ah, there's almost none left," he frowns very slightly, 

Looking across the street he saw the beauty shop and found no harm in spending an extra minute or so buying another one of his master's favourite shades so she wouldn't sulk in finding out it was empty when she came back.

Crossing the street and opening the shop door, he swore his mood had never dropped so fast. There, stood looking over at the range of cosmetics offered, specifically the lipsticks, was a familiar butler in black that the butler in white had no wishes to see.

As if in amusement at the deep frown etched onto the angel's face, the demon smirked as he caught his figure walking in, "My, why if it isn't Lady [Lastname]'s precious servant, what brings you here?" he mocked, tilting his head with his hand on his chin,

The angel grumbled as he walked up to the demon, avoiding his gaze. He glanced over the shades offered, "I should be asking you that, demon...I don't ever recall you or your master ever using such products. Unless I have misinterpreted? and that face is as shit as your heinous personality..?" Ash retorted, watching Sebastian's face of amusement drop for a moment before his smirk returned,