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Post by Ichabod Easterly on Jan 6, 2015 4:19:15 GMT
The small greenette squeaked slightly and stepped to the side as a much taller person came bustling by on their phone. They didn’t even seem to notice him, but he didn’t mind much. They were clearly just busy or something, it wasn’t a big deal. And besides, they hadn’t actually ran into him. He’d had plenty of experiences with people actually knocking him right over by accident and that was always awkward. He pushed some of his thick green hair out of his eyes as he righted himself and continued on his way down the street. Besides that one person the street was pretty empty. He figured that most people had returned to work by now, but he had the day off and the semester didn’t start for another couple weeks at least. The thought of school made him feel slightly sick to his stomach, so he pushed it away.
Besides, he was on a mission for the day. He needed to get his sister some flowers! She had recently gotten promoted at her job and she would be coming over for dinner later on. He loved it when his sister came to visit. Despite the fact that he was technically an adult he still missed the woman who had practically raised him. He understood that she had her own stuff to deal with now-a-days, but still. He always got excited when he actually got to see her and spend time with her. She was easier to talk to than his father. He felt like he’d put the man through enough in his life, so he didn’t like to bother him unless he had to.
Finally he reached the flower shop in question. He’d never actually been inside, but it was a place his father had suggested for him to go to buy the flowers. He tugged on the door, stepping through into the building. The warmth that rushed up to greet him was more than welcome. He didn’t really mind the cold weather, but he preferred to be warm – most people did. He pushed his hair to the side again as he took a few steps into the shop. It was quite clear that he was out of his element. He had never bought flowers for anyone before, and he wasn’t even actually sure which kind his sister would like. Weren’t there specific flowers for specific occasions anyway? He chewed his lip slightly as he stepped further into the shop. Well, he did like it at least. It was bright and it smelled nice.
He stepped over to a certain display and scratched the back of his head as he considered it. He wasn’t really sure if hyacinths would be right for the occasion, though. And he did tend to prefer tulips but who even knew if that was right either? He sighed softly and chewed on his lip some more.
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Landon Black
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Post by Landon Black on Feb 3, 2015 23:07:05 GMT
“He who holds the sword must next become the master-“was muttered in the background of his thoughts as the ghostly familiar hovered nearby. Perching on a shelf with only one display of flowers that was going to be picked up later- Cadeyrn surveyed the shop while Landon was focused on artistically arranging the colored weeds. The white haired familiar didn’t understand his bearer’s obsession with such things. It seemed useless and completely nonsensical. They just wilt in a few days. He understood the humans’ pride at the flowers he grew in the ground, but otherwise he felt useless and irritated sitting in a place all day. Landon artfully crafted beautiful bouquets repeatedly – and he could tell that the boy enjoyed his work. One thing he took pride in at least. The boy was as wobbly as a leaf in a hurricane. As he sat, perched above the flowers, he felt ridiculously out of place. He was just glad no one could see him. When the bell sounded for someone who walked in- his red eyes briefly looked up. A brief judgmental sneer crossed his face. Men in a flower shop. Yay. The man looked young- around Landon’s age. Green hair was short and messily cut. His eyes seemed to be looking around for something in particular. The spirit silently judged the boy as he crossed his arms. Landon was into his Zen flowering arrangement like it was brain surgery. Cadeyrn however seemed to be perfectly fine reciting old lines from an animated show he had caught briefly while his host fell asleep on the couch. When he stood at a display lost, Cadeyrn gave a blank stare before he clapped his hands. His host- the only one who could hear him – jumped at the sound. His head snapped up painfully- staring at the familiar. Caderyn gestured rudely to the man and Landon blinked once before smiling awkwardly. He was facing the back of the man- and he was a bit hidden out of the way. “W-Welcome.” He greeted quietly and walked closer to the other man. “C-C-Can I help you?” As he reached the end of the counter, he paused. “My name is L-Landon.”
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Post by Ichabod Easterly on Mar 4, 2015 22:34:23 GMT
The greenette’s bottom lip was already ragged from having been chewed on. He hated situations like this, situations that he wasn’t familiar with. Perhaps most twenty year old men had already bought flowers before. For a girlfriend, a mother, even a grandmother. But Ichabod had never had any of those things. He’d only ever had his sister, and while their relationship had obviously been close, it hadn’t been the same. He didn’t buy her things for mother’s day, and had only recently been able to afford birthday gifts for her. He sighed softly, his small framing moving with the action as he blinked a couple of times. He was sure she would be happy with any kind of flower, but he still found himself worried about getting the wrong kind.
Before he could stress out over it for much longer, however, that soft and slightly stuttering tone sounded behind him. A small jerk would be given in response, but as he turned to look at the man the vocals came from, he calmed slightly. Of course, the first thing he noticed was that thick mop of white hair, but after that he noticed Landon’s posture. Slightly stiff, perhaps he was nervous too, but not threatening at all. He took a deep breath. He was an adult, he could buy flowers dammit. He had to interact with people all the time at his job anyway.
Despite all of his mental assurances, however, the first time he opened his mouth not a sound came out. His cheeks flushed red and looked away from the taller man momentarily, clearing his throat. “My name is Ichabod.” He said, the first thing that came to mind. Well, Landon had introduced himself, it was only polite to return the favor. He rolled on the balls of his feet a bit, his small hands tugging on the hem of his shirt out of habit. “I-I’m looking for some flowers…” he blushed deeper, mentally kicking himself. Of course he was looking for flowers. “F-for m-my sister… we’re celebrating… h-her promotion.” He explained finally, his quiet tones falling even quieter.
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Landon Black
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Post by Landon Black on Apr 10, 2015 5:07:55 GMT
The white haired man never had seen this particular person in the shop before. This was probably for many reasons, but he guessed he was new. From the staring at things in general, he guessed it wasn’t obvious what he wanted. Landon, seeing the hesitance to speak- he gave a small smile to try to ease the stranger into talking. Landon knew what it was like to absolutely not know how to speak to another human being. Blue eyes stared at the green haired stranger and he gave a slightly bigger smile at the end. “That’s w-wonderful Mr. Ichabod.” A promotion was a wonderful reason to give flowers. “Or you could just set her boss’ car on fire or something.” His familiar ignored only to be ignored by Landon and unheard by anyone else. Waiting for a minute- Landon made sure there was nothing else. “Does your s-sister have any favorite flowers or c-colors?” The stuttering seemed close to both of them- but Ichabod’s almost quiet demeanor was actually quite nice to be around. It didn’t make him as nervous- but he was sure this stuttering problem would follow him to the grave. There weren’t really any ‘promotion’ flowers or anything, so there wasn’t anything he could particularly focus on by meaning. When Ichabod would be finished with answering his previous question, he would ask another one. “Does s-she find any flowers unlikable?” Since it was a sister, Ichabod would hopefully know at least some basics to narrow down his selection. He particularly hated when people came in without any idea of what the person they were getting flowers were like. He didn’t even like premade ones because they felt cold, but if that’s what the person wanted.
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