Demyx blinked at the job description. Flower selling..? He ... might be able to do that. He usually spent his days off doing boring day-to-day things, like food shopping, or playing music in the square, but he was halfway sure that he might be okay with selling flowers... maybe.
"Flower selling..?" He looked thoughtful, but shrugged and nodded. "All right," he said, smiling. Well, she did call him pretty. Even so... "But what do I get out of it?"
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Date: 2012-11-07 03:33 pm (UTC)"Flower selling..?" He looked thoughtful, but shrugged and nodded. "All right," he said, smiling. Well, she did call him pretty. Even so... "But what do I get out of it?"
He wasn't that daft, despite all appearances.