Something was amiss between the shop keeper and the blue hedgehog and Shadow knew it. Too long was the response time from one to another and too nervous was the words said. Plus, the display by the canine was evidence enough; fluffed up fur and bright red cheeks – embarrassment. Although he could only wonder to why they were trying to deceive him. Nonetheless, he played along with a slight shrug of dark shoulders and closing of red eyes.
“If you say so,” he remarked easily, sniffing a rather bright yellow flower. The petals were soft against the tip of his nose and tickled, almost spurring on a sneeze. “I’d say blue and yellow go well. If not, red and pink.”
Blinking back mild surprise at Shadow, well, knowing anything to do with flowers, Sonic’s head tilted like a curious child as intrigued green eyes flipped back to the anxious store attendant. “So, uh, yeah–we’ll take some blue n’ yellow ones. Uh, please?”
A brief silence from both hedgehogs before the darker of the pair spoke up. “What is your name, florist? You keep a wonderful variety of plants here…”
The hedgehog’s reply brought some relief to the dog, his fur relaxing back into a less fluffed mess. He heaved a sigh, pulling a small pair of scissors from one of the many pockets of his work apron.
“O-Of course. They’re the most striking one in this bunch.”
He spoke thoughtfully, carefully removing a half dozen of silken blossoms from the bed he had been studying just before. Each flower was made up of vibrant layers of petals, resembling a cheerleader’s pom-pom.
Cheyzy nearly dropped the bouquet at the ebony one’s fresh words, another flash of red crossing his muzzle. With a gentle cough, he forced himself to calm down. It was hard to forget that these two were..friendly? He wasn’t too sure what to call them. Sonic was clearly the sociable type. The other one, well, there was more to this cover than he thought.
“...Cheyzy, Sir. Th’ name’s Cheyzy.”
He spoke quietly, but clearly. A moment was taken to observe the plants around the group, and he offered a shy smile.
“I’m afraid I can’t take any of th’ credit. My boss Cinder’s the real caretaker. He’s a real magician when it comes to plants! I s’pose that makes me the wizard’s apprentice then.”
He started speaking absentmindedly, tying the stems of the blooms together with a rubber band as his lips moved.
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