𝙃𝙄𝙎 𝙁𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙀𝙍𝙎 𝘼𝙍𝙀 𝙏𝙃𝙍𝙊𝘽𝘽𝙄𝙉𝙂 ; every digit wrapped tight with gauze.  the shop opens in thirty minutes and mr mushnik expects perfection.  people come all the way from uptown to see the amazing audrey ii, and mushnik’s store must mimic their grandeur lifestyles. clean the floor, water the zinnias, check the register . . . .

oh god.  seymour.  look what you’ve done done now !  irresponsible !  stupid  !    klutz                                                                             klutz

                                                  klutz                                                                                                                                                       klutz

 he’s too nervous to extend a hand.  his fingers twitch with deliberation before settling on assistance.  mindful, he wipes his palms against his side first.  ❛  GOSH.  I’M SORRY,   ❜  he blurts.  ❛  are you alright ? let me help you. ❜  

@feedsplants·    plotted starter.

𝙷𝙴 𝙽𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝚄𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁𝚂𝚃𝙾𝙾𝙳 𝚆𝙷𝚈 𝙸𝚃 𝙶𝙾𝚃 𝚂𝙾 𝙷𝙾𝚃 𝚁𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝙱𝙴𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙴 𝙸𝚃 𝚁𝙰𝙸𝙽𝙴𝙳.   the air a warm bubble waiting to burst as long strides carried him through a quiet city. squinted gaze peered up at the clouded sky while one heavy raindrop splashed across his forehead. a quiet curse fell from him, pace quickening in an attempt to outrun the rain that grew in a steady roar around him. from across the street eyes trained on the friendly   OPEN!   sign of a small flower shop. knox made his way across the street and into the building where the a/c was a cool blast against his now soaked shirt. from where he stood, knox looked around until his eyes met with the small man at the counter. he nodded a head toward the windows being battered by the rain,     ❛  some storm, huh ?  ❜

𝙈𝙐𝙏𝙀𝘿 𝙇𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏 𝙋𝙊𝙐𝙍𝙀𝘿 𝙏𝙃𝙍𝙊𝙐𝙂𝙃 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙒𝙄𝙉𝘿𝙊𝙒𝙎.  the deeply overcast sky leeched color from the store ; the carnations barely contrasting with the grimy tiles.  it’s hotter than yesterday.  seymour’s hunched over the counter, lazily reading a copy of the los angeles examiner.  recently, mr mushnik installed an air conditioning unit -- used --  to promote business.  additionally, the noise it generated helped mask the skidrow serenade.  seymour’s eyes flickered as he read, licking his finger to turn the page.  interrupted by the doorbell, black eyes darted onto its source.  

he’s huge, seymour thought.  audrey joked mr mushnik must be involved with gangsters to keep the shop open.  and since the stranger’s looks mimicked what seymour had only seen in films, he believed her comment held merit.  

seymour nodded, face flushed.  ❛  UH, YEAH.❜  he forced himself to look past the large man for a moment.  ❛  you know, whenever we need rain it never comes, but when we don’t we can’t get enough.  ❜  after a beat, seymour let out a stiff laugh.  

short intro until it’s together: 

- hullo, i’m julia and i’m 23.

- i love musical theatre and rick moranis. 

- this blog will incorporate elements from primarily stage musical & 1986 film.  maybe a DASH of 1960, just for plant lore.