P L A C E ♢ Y O U R ♢ B E T !!!

📺⭐🟥⭕ " ....!!! "

"AHHEHAEHAEH-- I'm a BUSINESS MAN, Mr. Tenna! I gotta make that MONEY somehow--!"

Flowery has taken it upon himself to meet and greet other Darkners that come to visit the castle. Today's standout is a man in yellow and pink shades. A man from Cyber City or TV World, if his robotic body is anything to go by. And a big spender by the looks of it -- if Flowery cared about money, which he doesn't (he can just duplicate more dollars on a whim).

"How's the scenery treating you, big shot?" Flowery sweeps in out of nowhere to the man's side with the casual attitude of someone greeting an old friend. "The birds are singing, the wind is blowing." With his hands in his pockets, Flowery turns on his heels to face the setting sun. The castle looms on a hill up the road, surrounded by the magnificent fields of swaying wildflowers. "I like your glasses. It's a nice color." Flowery can't wink out of the corner of his eye with both eyes closed, but he emanates the aggravating vibe of a cheeky wink.

The vast gardens almost reminded him of home in a way. While not nearly as .... flora, as this place was. The air was thick with a sweetness he wasn't use to. He wouldn't admit it out loud but he found it rather... refreshing, in a way. Better than baked hardware and hot wires. He hoped he wouldn't get sick of it by the end. If things went well enough, maybe...

He was pulled from his thoughts when he suddenly heard someone speaking to him. Where the hell did he come from.

His glasses. Normally he wouldn't wear them outside of work, but call him paranoid... he wanted to make sure he didn't run into too much trouble here. Sometimes the prettiest places still had their darkest shadows. Looking at the eccentric interloper, he was a bit... appalled... by the information he was given.

99 in every stat? .... this asshole has to be some kind of grand stander. Just look at him...

His mouth slightly pursed as he continued walking. "Ye. 'Slovely." He wasn't often super chatty with strangers unless they were paying him. Something about it seemed familiar, but perhaps it was just this... Flower's....? sickeningly positive aura. "'preciate it.... You one a' the locals?"

" ... I kinda wanna go to New York, myself. " He mutters with a drowsy chuckle, a glass of whiskey rolling in his claws. So maybe he's been drinking again, just a little. " I don't know-- Sinatra seems to really like the place. I wish I knew what was so great about it... Apparently the people there don't sleep? Hah. Must... have great late night ratings. " Head leaning into his hand, elbow propped on the rail, there isn't a day that Tenna drinks that he doesn't begin to sing something when left to his thoughts, his singing voice coming as natural as speaking.

Boy, he should've done this a lot sooner. It was easy shapeshifting into a Shadow Guy. Sitting off in the corner acting like he was keeping an eye out from some unknown threat while Mr. Tenna has his... moment.

He honestly had different intentions for even doing this to begin with, but his priorities were slowly shifting the longer he listened to him speak. Sure he'd listened to him drabble on about greener pastures and all that, but he sounded... defeated. He couldn't help but feel some sort of pity for him. He frequently felt such pain himself. Possibly worse now. He was starting to feel guilty for trying this dumb stunt.

But he let him talk. Even reaching over to look at the bottle he'd set down on the bistro table. Turning it slightly towards the faint city light to read the label. Good stuff... This was the sort of thing he'd drink when bed rotting. Damn. Why the hell do they have so much in common it makes him so mad it makes him so mad god this stupid tall ass bastard

He set it down just as the host began singing. He remained stagnant in his position for a moment, resuming watching the door. No one was gonna come. He was sure one of his copies had locked the far hall door.

After a few moments he spoke, plucking a guitar accent.

"🎼🎸🎵🎶🎶...🎸🎶🎸🎵??"

( Have you ever considered ... a late night segment? )

"🎶...🎸🎶🎵🎵🎶🎸🎸🎵."

( yanno. ... if you ever get that money you're owed. )

He was quiet for a moment before he bent down on one knee, and carefully enclosed his arms around her entirely. Pulling her in against his larger body.

“Ah, bunny…” he mutters quietly. “Ahm sorry…”