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gooooooooddddddd morning, miss oroochii〜♪ i hear it is a special person’s birthday, hehe.. ( ◠‿◠ ) haaaaappppy birthday, miss orooooochiii!!
iiiiiii brought you a bouquet of jasmine, bleeding hearts — though please be careful when touching it —and osmanthus! （╹◡╹）and a basket of goods, freshly baked by me (๑･̑◡･̑๑) i brought some food for orochi jr, too!
grandma
HOPED that we wouldn't cross paths, outside of work.
☆ ╱ hey bbg how u doin
* Pls stop hurting me
* If he hits me im hamburger
* Headstone emoji
* GRRRRRR
Smelly
Orooooooooooooooo
how sweet. [yuèhuā teases, stepping into the shop and closes the door behind him with a free hand. in the other is a small box of muffins that was hot to the touch, but he’d endure it for orochi. a few steps in and he’s whipping his head around the shop to take in the surroundings despite being here countless times. with every visit it’d seem there’d be new pieces orochi had hand sculpted and put on display.] hm? [at the sound of the word ‘mooncake’ he instantly perked up,] ahaha, really? i’m surprised it’s being sold this time of year.. not that i’m complaining, hehe ( ◠‿◠ ) but, uh, it’s a variety of flavors. strawberry, banana crumb, blueberry, coconut chocolate, cherry.. i think i made a bit tooo much, so that’s why i stopped by （＾◇＾）
death, / ᵃ͟ⁿ͟ᵈ͟ ͟ᵗ͟ʰ͟ᵉ͟ ͟ᵐ͟ᵃ͟ⁱ͟ᵈ͟ᵉ͟ⁿ͟ (@kafkajoke) oh! yuè! i was just thinking about you, actually.. come in, come in. (from the back of the store, orochi’s head darts up at yuèhuā’s voice. she’s working on what seems to be a bowl on her pottery wheel, her forearms and apron covered in clay with a little bit on her cheek. she smiles, taking one hand off the wheel momentarily to wave yuèhuā inside. the interior of the pottery store is awfully cozy, various plates and bowls lined against one wall with a few teapots, vases and cups with flowers and mountains painted on them on the other. there's a large display window on one side with a few ceramic pieces orochi’s made that outlooks the ocean, the early morning sunshine illuminating the room. you could faintly hear waves crash against the shore, squawks from a group of seagulls from the distance, and the faint noise of the pottery wheel; the scent of nag champa incense fills the room.) i went out to the market this morning and bought you some mooncake from that place you like— it’s upstairs right now, and i can get it for you in a bit .. but i’d love some muffins, yuè! (￣▽￣) i haven’t had breakfast yet, actually, so you came at the perfect time for me. what flavor are they?
