not that the whole process of waking up was any easier with his lifestyle —— just mere three hours before he had kicked out his less high customer off his grounds. thus to any other watcher, the pink shop was just the ordinary flower n' plant shop, despite its whore house name. orqueads, roses, tulips —— he prides himself to have it all, everything but those fake, plastic plants. it's amazing what a hidden door can conceal, what type of shady business one could uncover. either way, it was early; compared to the times he usually opened the store. his back was turned, but the sound of the doorbell rang too close for him to ignore it " welcome ! i'm afraid the perfume section of the store isn't open yet, but if you're being a dear and bringing me coffee, i might open it up just for you. "