oleanderxhawthorne:
“This is fucking bullshit,“ Ollie muttered, moving puzzle pieces around on the counter. It was a slow day, and after the fourth drop to the floor from stumbling out of exhaustion, his sister dropped a puzzle box in front of him and told him to work it out. So he drank two redbulls and ignored all phone calls to do exactly that. Figure out the puzzle. Because why not torture yourself with a puzzle when you haven’t slept in two days?
“Why are the pieces all one color? What sick freak designed this?“ he shot a glare to the back hall where his sister was cackling. “Probably you,“ he muttered to himself, hearing Violet leave out the back door just as the bell dinged at the front to alert a customers arrival. The first of the day despite being after two. “Look around… Flowers around here… yeah…“ he half assed a greeting, while trying to fit two pieces of the impossible puzzle together.
Bean was, as usual, running errands with Penelope. So far he had already been to three different shops to pick up orders, having dropped some of the bags off at the house on the way down to the florist. It was the last task for him and the Labrador before he was free for the afternoon, which probably meant going up to the castle to spend time with Ausra. That put a whole new bounce in his step these days.
Hearing the greeting as he entered the store Bean’s brows rose before he chuckled. “Aye sure Ollie, I’ll just browse the beautiful arrangements ye hae here. Ah wow, look at how pretty tha’ flower is,” he stated, pretending to gasp as he pointed at what was actually just a path through the displays. Down in the village amongst the fellow business owners the Scot rarely held his sarcasm back when people didn’t realise it was him who had come in. By now most of them were used to it and laughed along with him as opposed to wishing themselves out of existence from embarrassment.