[A. Action // 1766 Beaver Street // Backdated to Father's Day]
[It's Father's Day! Despite her own lack of knowledge of the holiday, Flonne seems to have put a lovely spin on it. Starting with a healthyor at least edible breakfast, put together with a little help from her drone mother. She even threw in a stack of pancakes for her drone brother.
It's strange. Yesterday, she was only thinking about how to use the day to thank Almaz for all his help, and now that's it's finally here -- Flonne is steaming ahead at full speed!
There is a knock coming from the other side of the door of the master bedroom, from the corner of a short wooden breakfast table being carried by Flonne. It has been stacked with a set of silverware, a plate with pancakes, eggs and bacon, orange juice and a side of toast. A bouquet of flowers has been tucked under her right arm, and a chocolate bar is balancing precariously on her head.]
Good morning, Mr. Almaz! ♥ I brought you some breakfast!
[B. Action // All Day, Around Town]
[But Almaz isn't the only one who lucks out today! In fact, all the men in her life that she has had the pleasure of being acquainted with will either receive a personalized greeting card or a fist full of hand-picked flowers fresh from her own home garden.
On her way to stuff the goodies in mailboxes or deliver them personally, you might see her walking down the street with a bounce in her step.]
[C. Phone Call to Cain Knightlord (
kinship) // Hackable]
Hello? Mr. Knightlord? [Because old habits die hard.] It's Flonne. I hope that you are well.
Anyway, I wanted to apologize. It seems that I wasn't able to be of any help to Charles. He didn't seem to take my proposition as a babysitter very well.
[It's Father's Day! Despite her own lack of knowledge of the holiday, Flonne seems to have put a lovely spin on it. Starting with a healthy
It's strange. Yesterday, she was only thinking about how to use the day to thank Almaz for all his help, and now that's it's finally here -- Flonne is steaming ahead at full speed!
There is a knock coming from the other side of the door of the master bedroom, from the corner of a short wooden breakfast table being carried by Flonne. It has been stacked with a set of silverware, a plate with pancakes, eggs and bacon, orange juice and a side of toast. A bouquet of flowers has been tucked under her right arm, and a chocolate bar is balancing precariously on her head.]
Good morning, Mr. Almaz! ♥ I brought you some breakfast!
[B. Action // All Day, Around Town]
[But Almaz isn't the only one who lucks out today! In fact, all the men in her life that she has had the pleasure of being acquainted with will either receive a personalized greeting card or a fist full of hand-picked flowers fresh from her own home garden.
On her way to stuff the goodies in mailboxes or deliver them personally, you might see her walking down the street with a bounce in her step.]
[C. Phone Call to Cain Knightlord (
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Hello? Mr. Knightlord? [Because old habits die hard.] It's Flonne. I hope that you are well.
Anyway, I wanted to apologize. It seems that I wasn't able to be of any help to Charles. He didn't seem to take my proposition as a babysitter very well.
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