https://www.fairytail-rp.com/t32656-character-job-king-of-carrot-flowers#328217
Sharp didn't know how to help people. She knew what they were feeling but she always bumbled her words and her actions were filled with jittering nonsense, but this, this job Sharp could do! It was simply all she had to do was pick flowers so an old man could make his wife happy in her final moments, it was so simple and perfect. Sharp couldn't possibly screw up picking flowers, anyone could do it, hell children did it and Sharp might as well be a child! She'd say she drank her milk and that's why she was so big and strong but deep down she knew it was from a much darker source than the utter of a moo cow, that and she never really consumed anything so...
Regardless she was here in the forest outside of magnolia in order to pick flowers! A task which Sharp would take very seriously and wouldn't at all screw-up. At least that's what Sharp thought she would do till she realized that she didn't know which flowers would be pretty for the woman. Her ignorance was hurting her at this moment, she didn't know what colors to coordinate. In a morbid way, Sharp was thankful that this "body" she had possessed red hair because she knew how to make red work with anything, but in terms of other colors, she was out of luck. Standing there in the middle of a flower field after hiking all the way into the woods and now faced with her lack of color coordination Sharp felt a soft defeat fall upon her. A light breeze coursed through the area as Sharp looked upon the various flowers in the patch wave back and forth, and she could only feel they were taunting her ignorance...
Post WC: 298
Total WC: 298/1000
Sharp didn't know how to help people. She knew what they were feeling but she always bumbled her words and her actions were filled with jittering nonsense, but this, this job Sharp could do! It was simply all she had to do was pick flowers so an old man could make his wife happy in her final moments, it was so simple and perfect. Sharp couldn't possibly screw up picking flowers, anyone could do it, hell children did it and Sharp might as well be a child! She'd say she drank her milk and that's why she was so big and strong but deep down she knew it was from a much darker source than the utter of a moo cow, that and she never really consumed anything so...
Regardless she was here in the forest outside of magnolia in order to pick flowers! A task which Sharp would take very seriously and wouldn't at all screw-up. At least that's what Sharp thought she would do till she realized that she didn't know which flowers would be pretty for the woman. Her ignorance was hurting her at this moment, she didn't know what colors to coordinate. In a morbid way, Sharp was thankful that this "body" she had possessed red hair because she knew how to make red work with anything, but in terms of other colors, she was out of luck. Standing there in the middle of a flower field after hiking all the way into the woods and now faced with her lack of color coordination Sharp felt a soft defeat fall upon her. A light breeze coursed through the area as Sharp looked upon the various flowers in the patch wave back and forth, and she could only feel they were taunting her ignorance...
Post WC: 298
Total WC: 298/1000