#convo: azariah3

[fairywilds]

Aristotle leaned against the doorframe of Azariah's office, his ever-present camera hanging loosely around his neck. The faint scent of lilies lingered in the air, courtesy of a nearby arrangement. "So, tell me," he stated, his tone laced with casually friendly snark, "do you have to give the funeral sympathy speech? Does it just flow out naturally like some kind of morbid superpower?" He tilted his head, "Or is that not part of the job description?" He questioned, his sharp green eyes studying her with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. "Either way, I’m impressed. You’ve got that whole 'comforting but not too comforting' vibe down to an art form." ( @azariahmiles )