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[goldnepenthe]

@lovvergrl

The shop has only been open for a few days. After some cleaning and reorganizing, it's back to it's soft and warm interior. Kathe isn't sure when customers will come back. As she thinks that—

Jingle—!

"Oh, hello! Welcome to Haller's Florals!"

She walks out from behind the counter, approaching her first customer in several years. It's a young woman, most likely in her twenties. She tries to analyze, to guess what the woman is going to ask for. A bouquet? An arrangement for an event? Maybe just buying some of her other plants. Hm, she can't be sure.

"How can I help you?"

[blackstardiopside]

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"Hey, Jane. This might be a weird question, But uh.. I was wondering.." judging by how Black Star would pause in the middle of her sentence, it would appear that the Gem was at unease. Though the question she wanted to ask Jane, in normal circumstances, was no big deal. It felt peculiar for Black Star to ask what she was about ito "I know you like makeup. So ah.. I was wondering.. would you, uh.. be able to help me with it sometime?"

With that out of the way, it was like a massive weight was taken off her shoulders. Still, it wasn't like there was makeup specifically made for people with grey skin tones like the Diopside's. Thus why she was primarily struggling with her question. "But if you can't, that's okay!"

[thuganomxcs]

One less evil was in the world thanks to a beast of the night. However, the attack was anything but subtle once the bodyguards had entered and from then on the sound of gunfire rattles the guests within the club outside of the VIP room, and once a large wolf-like creature bursts through the door the people screamed and scrambles from the area as the beast ran through the crowd on all fours leaving the large club and stuck to the shadows until it stopped within one specific alley way and slowly that very wolf reverts into a man once again, his body bleeding from gunshots, but the bullets were already pushed out due to his healing.

The man then found his earlier discarded clothes, sets them on, and began traversing through the streets under the moonlight. Hands in his pockets as he tried his best not to draw much attention to himself, however, the loud sirens worked on his sensitive senses, causing him to crash into the figure of another person.  ❝   𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐩!!   ❞  He utters before extending a hand for the fallen woman. “That’s my fault, had a splittin’ headache and I wasn’t payin’ attention.”

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[warriorscend]

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He did have to hand it to that pack of wild beasts - their coordination in singling out a solo target was surprisingly strategic. Enough to have left him with the collection of scratches and nips scuffing up his quills. Such tactics brought a sense of nostalgia to the echidna as he recalled the wordless yips and gruff calls shared throughout the forest between members of his tribe's hunting party. The one he'd tag the heels of, crashing clumsily through the undergrowth as any rambunctious youth yearning to prove his worth, tolerated by the adults out of amusement until they hit the treeline and sent him on his way with a sharp call from the lead and harsh looks behind bone masks.

Unfortunately, he never got the chance to join his people on one of their hunts, but having been the prey target of many attempts from outside groups of mainly mercenaries and other such trophy hunters intrigued by the prospect of engaging the so called 'most dangerous warrior in the galaxy' for sport, he at least got to imagine what it might be like to spend days in like company tracking, trapping and emerging victorious over a common foe. Although, none had emerged victorious over him yet. With his collection of fresh scrapes, however, one might begin to question that status. The pretzel woman would certainly not be pleased with his actions whenever he dragged his hide back to the Wachowski stronghold...perhaps a bit of wound tending was in order, lest he face the wrath of that stinging spray the humans used on scrapes, the masochists.

"Lost? Psh! I am no such thing." Knuckles informs the strange woman, gesturing around at the sterile facility with a toss of his head, the few rings threaded into his quills for safekeeping clinking together as he does so. "I am an echidna warrior, and these people have imprisoned me for reasons I cannot even begin to fathom. Other than 'they just felt like it'." And in retaliation against this perceived slight? A punched wall that knocks any and all posters and flyers pinned there off as he exits the facility, and a low series of grumbles about how his vengeance on the shelter would come swiftly and without warning.

He would have snatched his hand away once they'd exited the facility regardless, not one to be led around like some child who's lost his mother rather than his tribe. The Earth woman seemed to at least have the same idea, albeit at the cost of binding him with some sort of restraining device. "What in Pachacamac's deserved decimation are you doing?" The growl is personal, but gilded with the light tinkle of a bell from the collar which he's already curled his mitt under and given a forceful yank to snap it off and fling it to the ground in disgust. "You may have purchased my services, but they are of no use while bound and dragged about like some field plowing beast! So unless you have a field to plow, keep that to yourself." A harsh huff, crossed arms and gripped elbows later, he tosses his head, muzzle trained upwards at a stubborn angle once she'd paused to hunker down and get a closer look at the state of his gnawed on quills.

Taken slightly aback by the sudden distance closed, he stumbles back, the bulk of his weight catching on the edge of a heel as he regards the lady with a sour, expression. "I require no such healing. But I suppose it is your call to make after choosing me as your pit champion." The echidna shrugs, quills falling over his shoulder as he shifts his weight from foot to foot, prepared to stalk after the newest claim to his strength when the sudden peck has him bristling, muzzle flushed and fangs flashing in protest. "That helped none, in fact!" Maybe this lady should have bought a pet...

[goldnepenthe]

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kathe identifies her customers by their flower orders. the old man who buys flowers for his wife? mr. tulip. the young woman that buys flowers for her sister in the hospital? ms. peony. it's the best way to indentify them, really. and one of her most recent customers has earned the name ms. orchid.

it's the blur of brown curly hair that tells her ms. orchid is back. and so soon?

" welcome back! " kathe leans against the counter, smiling in jane's direction. " i didn't expect to see you so soon! another bouquet for your mother, perhaps? "

[warriorscend]

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🖤— Being a beautiful and alternative looking woman meant that Jane received MANY cat calls and perverted comments from a bunch of random men all the time. It wasn’t like she dressed the way she did for the attention, but it was apparent to the creepy guys that forced their attention onto her believed that the way Jane looked was definitely their business— even though they had never even met her once. Nevertheless, Jane was more than used to it at this point. All of these gross men just wanted her for her body and to be their ‘goth girlfriend’, and nothing else. It was sad to think about… Last night however, something extra terrible had happened to her. While walking home from her parent’s house, Jane just so happened to have her guard down as she tried to make her way home— which caused her to experience something rather scary. It was a disgusting old man who was drunk off his ass who definitely wanted to cause Jane some serious trouble. The way he looked at her made Jane feel repulsive. It was around midnight when she met him, and lucky for her, she was almost at her house when this happened. Despite this, she wasn’t close enough to her house that she could reach it quickly, so she had to try and deal with whoever the fuck this creepy old guy was the best she could. The man grabbed her by the shoulders and tried to kiss her. To which Jane slapped him on the face and kicked him in the groin to hopefully get away— which she did, and quickly ran away. Having this happen to her was of course very traumatic. When she finally reached home, Jane hurried inside and locked all the doors. She was trembling and terrified. Something had to be done. The next day, Jane decided that she needed something to protect her for the next time someone harassed her— so she decided to adopt a guard dog to hopefully do just that. She wasn’t looking for anything specific, just something to protect her whenever she went out. Entering the dog shelter, she was led into the area of caged dogs by a kind woman who managed the shelter. After speaking with her for a moment, Jane made her way around the room, looking for a dog that seemed to fit her requirements. It was then that she spotted Knuckles. What kind of dog was he supposed to be? He was standing upright and not on all fours, and he looked a lot more intelligent than any of the other animals here. She thought for a moment, then she made her decision. “Excuse me, I’d like that one over there, please.” After getting one of the dog shelter’s employees attention, she pointed at Knuckles to signify that he was the ‘dog’ that she wanted. So, just like that the employee opened Knuckles’ cage for Jane to retrieve him to bring him home with her. She was smiling a rather big smile as she looked at him. Holding out her hand to Knuckles, Jane said: “Well, let’s go to your new home, sweetie.”

He did not claim to know the language of the Earth wolves, but if he had to guess from pitch and frequency alone, the majority of them were eager to pick a fight with him, united as one against the sole echidna among them. Thankfully (for them) they had the bars holding them back from a devastating defeat at his hands. Not that bars would hold him back, of course. After a moment spent collecting his bearings (a rather grinding process with all the yips and barks aimed in his direction), he grasps two of the metal poles close together and had only just begun to bend them apart when the human couple arrived. The jailors of this prison of hounds?

Brow furrowed, he observes their aimless route down the line of snapping muzzles and tail thrashes, idling by each containment zone until reaching his. He expects a longer moment of observation despite his noticeable lack of enthusiasm. Perhaps a few bewildered blinks over his unjust incarceration as he clearly does not belong here - not even Earth for that matter. What he doesn't expect is to be suddenly laid claim to by some human woman that was neither the donut lord, the pretzel woman, nor Wade in an infiltration disguise (the disguise being a pair of sunglasses, of course.)

Muzzle half scrunched in his own flight of perplexed, he eyes the extension of what he supposes is a helping hand with a hint of suspicion, even if he didn't require its assistance with breaking out of his holding cell. "New...home?" He wonders, not convinced, but not opposed to the idea of walking out vs. knocking out all within the building to leave no witnesses of his departure. Mostly because those coyotes had some a number on him, leaving the echidna with just enough bites and scratches between the quills to warrant a light limp on his part and he didn't need that sort of reputation to linger about his scent should these hopeless hounds ever find release from their imprisonment. With a scoff, he reaches out to take the hand, or rather swallow it with his glove and hop over the cage jamb.

"I...do not require one of those." Though he can't imagine he could show his face looking as scratched up as he was. It would dishonor them all. Or at least lead to another grounding. Shaking his head, he peers up at her while walking slow enough to not elicit a grumble of discomfort.

"You have exchanged goods or services to obtain my physical prowess, then?" The way he says it, it's clearly not the first time that has happened. Though, being the last of one's kind and exceptionally skilled in battle tends to earn him forced debuts in many fighting rings. Being captured and sold off to represent the highest bidder in combat is as common of an occurrence to the echidna as Earth discussions over the weather at this point.

[goldnepenthe]

Had a feeling I'd find you here.

The nursery is rarely busy in the early morning on a weekday. That's why she only goes early in the morning, to enjoy that bit of quiet while she wakes up completely. There's a new shipment of foreign flowers— ones that she doesn't have yet.

So the gentle voice of her recent customer startles her briefly.

"Oh—! Hello there!"

Kathe gives a gentle smile, pleasantly surprised to find one of her customers in the nursery. Perhaps she's more curious about flowers?

"I suppose it would make sense to find me in a nursery... Have you grown an interest in plants since I made your mother a bouquet?"

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“  i can’t find my shirt.  ”

He’s trying to retrace his steps over the course of last night. When they kissed, she was still clothed..and not to mentioned it all had started in the kitchen. And even then it’s hard remembering exactly when he discarded her shirt from her back..it could either be flung somewhere within the bedroom where they remained or it could be somewhere in the living room, namely over the couch where their third round of hungry kissing had commenced before the final act within the bedroom. So Yusuke then yawns and stretches. ❝   𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬.   ❞   He said softly rubbing the sleep from his eyes as best as he could. “Last night was great though, what’d ya say I make us breakfast after we both freshen’ up?”