Sep 24, 2024
closed for: @theirisxalderidge
where: flower and fauna
Perched on the counter by the register, Buddy examined the white rose in his hand with mild interest as he listened to an intrusive thought telling him to touch a torn on the stem that hadn't been removed yet. It's deliberately light contact, not seeking to hurt himself or damage the flower and he draws his hand back just as soon as it starts to sting.
( The whole place feels like a sting in it's own right. )
He twirls the bottom of stem between his index finger and thumb, his heel tapping silently against the structure beneath him as he glances to his cousin who didn't seem as natural a fit in the shop as her late mother had.
"How you settling back in, New York?"