@mikey / bloom

[invinciblemikey]

(he's fucking sick. the joys of loving and being loved in return, and also, merely thinking that he's not loved back. absolutely thrilling.

he hates this. big means that leaving his home is being very hard, and he's breaking out fevers, having difficulty breathing, and much worse than he has been in his life. that says something.)

looking for errand people. will pay accordingly.

p.s.: my little sister used to read stories about the whole coughing flowers situation. it's called hanahaki. something something, one-sided love, get that person to love you or die trying but literally? i don't remember much else. the younger japanese people might know better.

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un: warder

[heavenstorn]

[ Is that really what the 'harvest curse' is? Time to start paying more attention to the tickle in his own throat, apparently... ]

Able and willing. What do you need?

[invinciblemikey]

a pick up in mirth, got laundry to deliver and pick up, need groceries, that typa shit.

[heavenstorn]

Is there aught else?

[ He's not being a smart ass he's genuinely asking... ]

It's no bother for me to come to you if the details are better given in person.

[invinciblemikey]

that'll be it. there ain't much.

you'll be okay, i'm sure.

(and 'in person' is also kinda iffy. he's sick. he's not letting strangers see it.)

[heavenstorn]

[ He'll have to deliver the goods to you somehow, Mikey. Time to invent contactless delivery? ]

Then I shall see it done.

[invinciblemikey]

(drop in a spot, get out of there, mikey picks it up, profit!!!!!!!)

i'll leave shit in the harbor.