she’s been gone for a long time, she suddenly realizes with a quiet ‘oh shit’ when she takes a peek at her phone. it’s late. far later than she thought. she had originally come to chamomile district with the intent to only explore for a few hours -- but apparently a few hours had somehow managed to become all day. she was no longer sure if she was going to be greeted with a bright smile or fierce irritation when she went home ( a word that was still taking her some getting used to in regards to koi. )
a flower shop sits not too far from her current location, and while it’s not the eye-popping, adrenaline rush inducing kind of place she originally wanted to find, it’s perfect for her current situation.
upon entering, she’s immediately greeted by the overwhelming scent of flowers, and the chime of a bell above the door to signal her arrival. a hand reaches up to scratch her nose as she begins wandering aimlessly. a cluster of flowers resembling the ones in her tattoo catches her eye, but they’re not what she’s looking for. well, to be precise, she isn’t exactly sure what she’s looking for.
she wants to buy flowers, but she isn’t sure which ones. roses were too cliche, but she isn’t aware of the meanings behind any others. hell, she isn’t even sure if the person she wants to buy them for would care about the meaning behind them.
❛ you know what any of these mean? ❜ she questions, turning to face the golden head of hair beside her in the hopes that he could assist her. ❛ i don’t know shit about flowers -- but i wanna get some for my place, to... spruce it up or whatever. ❜ she finishes lamely, the lie unconvincing even to her own ears. did people even say ‘spruce’ anymore?
❛ okay, yeah, that’s not exactly true. ❜ her gaze flicks back to the flowers, palm sheepishly rubbing the back of her neck. ❛ i need to get them for someone, because i fucked up and can’t tell time. if they were for me, i’d just pick the coolest ones and call it a day, but that’s not what you’re supposed to do when you’re apologizing. ❜ although it would be SO MUCH easier if it was, because she can do cool, but meaningful? she still needs some help with that, as loathe as she is to admit it. ❛ so, can you help me or not? ❜
