⋆｡°✩ ANASTASIA OPHIS.

the funds to secure work with Hollow Raiders. for a fair price, they'll haul whatever i want out of the hollows. much of my stock comes from there."

now occupied with trying to detangle a conglomerate of necklaces. intently picking them apart with expertise. it certainly wasn't their first time doing such an arduous and time consuming task.

eyes lift from her work, locking onto Hugo. "well, you know how i do my work as a Proxy ? i use

internally excited about. she just wouldn't outwardly show it.

"excellent ! i can make due with that time. it gives me plenty of notice to close my shop up or have Lune cover in time !"

"you may smooth talk a lot, but you've managed to make it work on me. consider me impressed, Hugo. and perfect, i look forward to hearing what you uncover !"

she seemed more intrigued by the prospect of history's past. but, a date with a handsome man AND good customer ? this is one she was

groggy . . . morning is her least favorite time.

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she like to dress formally once in awhile . . . ( seductive sunday / nsfw )

oh, dear. she can feel herself practically melting now from Hugo's praise . . .

you, Hugo."

she reached forward, taking hold of his jacket and pulling it behind the counter. hanging it up behind her, nodding.

"heh, of course." a nod of her head, turning to organize some new, smaller stock now that he was occupied.

the shopkeeper seems to perk up, waving a dismissive hand. her slight smile only growing brighter at his array of compliments.

"i had to take great care when picking out an idea and executing its concept, after all. your feedback only reassures me that this was a good idea, too. so, thank

woman's head, but her cheeks flush at the mention of a 'date'.

"tomorrow sounds good. i have to say you're being a bit / too / generous offering me lunch, but i'll accept. you may be an odd bird at times. but, i suppose i like your company as well . . . it's a days, then."

she lightens up at the prospect of her goods' stories being revealed. "please do. there is nothing more that i like than a good backstory. i always wondered who these items belonged to and how loved they were."

she sighs contently, opting to lean onto her counter before her. a nof of the

perfection is going a bit far . . .

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The proud General of the Shogunate army !

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and her other side . . .

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dusting off some of her recent finds . . .

(( watching more apothecary diaries and good lordy. Ana's voice claim of ENG Maomao is a perfect fit 💀

Is . . . "

there was a treasure out there waiting for everyone and it'd seem he had obtained his match.

"i only carry the best assortment . . . years ago, that used to belong to someone else. it's one of many pieces i have sourced from the Hollows and surrounding areas. i wonder what the real story of it

"glad is certainly a word choice." she shrugged nonchalantly. but, despite how much grief she gives him, Anastasia did believe his word. he could be brazen at times, but this was an occasion where he was not.

eyes flicker to the stopwatch he waxed poetic about, smiling ever so slightly.

store keeps jumping in popularity. more people, more mess . . . but, at least my bills are paid. i appreciate it."

finally, calming herself down and out of that flustered state . . . exhaling with a soft sigh.

"thank you, Hugo." she reached under the counter, pulling out a dusting wand and handing it off to him. "i have . . . my sisters and i used to be able to keep up. but lately, the

like what you see, Hugo ~ ?

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black lace set . . . this one's much more her type. ( Nsfw / Seductive Sunday )

the part she wouldn't voice is that she / liked / it. sharply inhaling, trying to cease that incessant blushing upon her face.

"mmm, that it doesn't. i suppose you could make up to me that way . . . the shop needs that extra bit of upkeep right now anyhow."

". . . you know how to fluster me TOO much."

her sharp gaze finally softens, cheeks reddening. his comment now floating in her head.