Aria held up two fingers, and rose nodded before leaving.
“She worked for my mother and father before me… I told her she didn’t have to stay but she wanted too.” And that was the truth.
“So… how can I help you, Paul?”
“s…sure…”
he turns to rose, a little confused. he’s used to doing things himself, especially when viv isn’t around.
“just…just a normal hot chocolate. please.”
“It’s nice to meet you too.” At least this one has manners, she mused to herself, locking the door.
“Would you like something to eat or drink? We can sit in the living room.” She lead him down the long hallway and into the seating area.
“yeah…some people call me junior. ‘cause of the old guy.”
stomping some snow off his boots. it’s only been a couple of inches so far, but it’s enough.
“you’re…aria. it’s nice to meet you.”
She moves out of the way so he can come in. Closing the door behind them.
“You’re Paul right?” He was smaller then the others She’d met. But she didn’t think she knew all of them. Her wife had a big family.
“Having a gun in your back pocket really messes with my measurements.”
#GothamRp OC!
Seamstress of Gotham, tailor to the underworld
~Not new to RP
~18+ T/W
~Smut in DMs
~Not new to verse
~Descriptive
~Serious and Crack
~Seeking SLs with all!
RT?