[Sometimes, a guy just... gets tired of his current line of work. Sometimes he wants something new, to start over somewhere that no one knows him and his past decisions won't follow him.]
[Belobog was the perfect city for that, really. It's one of those northern cities that are kind of small as far as cities go, but all the more charming for it-- or maybe that's just Sampo. Maybe he just likes cities that are frozen for half the year and have a weird number of cultural dishes that involve rye and mayonnaise.]
[Regardless, Sampo left his life of overt white-collar fraud behind for snowier pastures and a little shop that sells flowers. Sure, maybe he'd originally opened it to launder his ill-gotten gains, but, like most of Belobog, he found that he... really kind of liked it. His customers are odd but nice, and the low-stakes world of flower arranging is surprisingly relaxing. Putting bouquets together is almost meditative. People come into his shop looking for something beautiful and leave it happily carrying off something colorful.]
[He does still trade in crypto, but that's legal! There's nothing to feel bad about.]
[And, bonus, a few doors down, there's a tattoo shop that has the cutest guy working there. A real tall, blond glass of water. Sometimes, Sampo stops in front of the window just to look in and watch him work, see his serious, stern expression as he tattoos something beautiful on a lucky customer. If Sampo weren't terrified of needles, he might have considered getting one just to have an excuse to flirt with him.]
[Instead, he watches him sometimes from the window and sells his flowers and sometimes hangs out with his doctor friend. Lives a quiet life.]
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timeasmymeasure
From BitCoin to bouquets
Date: 2024-08-26 09:00 pm (UTC)[Belobog was the perfect city for that, really. It's one of those northern cities that are kind of small as far as cities go, but all the more charming for it-- or maybe that's just Sampo. Maybe he just likes cities that are frozen for half the year and have a weird number of cultural dishes that involve rye and mayonnaise.]
[Regardless, Sampo left his life of overt white-collar fraud behind for snowier pastures and a little shop that sells flowers. Sure, maybe he'd originally opened it to launder his ill-gotten gains, but, like most of Belobog, he found that he... really kind of liked it. His customers are odd but nice, and the low-stakes world of flower arranging is surprisingly relaxing. Putting bouquets together is almost meditative. People come into his shop looking for something beautiful and leave it happily carrying off something colorful.]
[He does still trade in crypto, but that's legal! There's nothing to feel bad about.]
[And, bonus, a few doors down, there's a tattoo shop that has the cutest guy working there. A real tall, blond glass of water. Sometimes, Sampo stops in front of the window just to look in and watch him work, see his serious, stern expression as he tattoos something beautiful on a lucky customer. If Sampo weren't terrified of needles, he might have considered getting one just to have an excuse to flirt with him.]
[Instead, he watches him sometimes from the window and sells his flowers and sometimes hangs out with his doctor friend. Lives a quiet life.]