ʙʟᴏᴏᴍᴇᴅ. ⁽ ᵃᵘᵗᵒᵖˡᵃʸ ⁾

                        ⇝ “Oh it’s so silky~.” Cue fingers running through a stranger’s hair, yet he keeps doing it over and over again. “Do you like that? Because I like it~. Your hair feels really good; it’s giving my sensors a horrible shock to my system. Hmmmm.” Without warning the droid leans in closer to give several sniffs, “Ahh! It even smells good~. I wanna brush your hair all day long and never stop! Can I brush it now!?”

       She was definitely startled by the stranger admiring        her hair, but not upset. It use to be common for         others to adore the long golden locks of hers, before        she had moved to America. The rose turned to see        the face of the offender, a curious tilt of the head to        his words. She was sure ‘ shock to my system ‘         was just another phrase people had caught onto        nowadays. 

          “ Every flower must have has the prettiest petals,           yes? If they were ugly then humans would ignore           them. Sad, yet very true. “ 

       An interested gaze studied the almost completely wilted        petals of a plucked daisy. He had been sitting here for        awhile now, completely zoned out from the environment        which surrounded him. A cool breeze brushing the tops        of his arms brought him back, almost confused to of         where he was. Hands ran deep into golden locks, head        turning up, only to lock gazes with a stranger. A light red        painted his cheeks, the daisy falling from his hand,        followed by a foot crushing it.

  ❁ ---------------------------------------------- ❁        very late to the party but eY

                      （ ｌｉｋｅ ）this to give me permission to tag you in                        random things, send you random asks, walk your                        dogs, do all that jazz, without the awkward ‘ okay im                        gonna write you a starter now… here i go… ‘ stuff.

                          For every " <3" I get I'll give tip                           on how to win my muse's heart.

                              “Are you trying to tell me you want to rob a bank?”

                              “Besides, don’t you think the guards wouldn’t notice?”

                              “If your friends are just a distraction, wouldn’t the guards                                  be extra vigilant?”                               “Besides, you’ll need to get in the main vault, break in                                  and steal the money inside.”

                              “Sounds impossible. Any other bright ideas, Robber-san?”

          " I never said there weren't any HOLES to be patched           up, but you’re right. I should start small. I mean, a pack           of GUM is pretty expensive nowadays-- and there’s no           security guards at a gasstation. “

❝i - also adore flowers. do not doubt that, miss.❞ only he cannot agree that they have EMOTIONS. rather, they are living pieces of art, evidence that nature has a soul & that it is BEAUTIFUL, but, he will play along. ❝i promise i won’t hurt its feelings, so please do not obstruct it from my view like that.❞

       Narrowed eyes pierced the stranger, not believing that he        wouldn’t keep from harming the plant's feelings. Even so,        the hand lowered to reveal a rose, painted a maroon but        even darker due to its wilting. Thorns scratched deep into        her skin, but no signs of pain could be found within her        expression. 

「 folixm​ 」

                                “Ja, you are going to be my new friend.” He spoke outloud to the potted succulent in his hands. A new addition to his plant family. He had been wanting some more relaxing photosynthesizers in his home. They brought such a nice feeling to the apartment. What he didn’t realize though was that there were people around him as he talked to the plant. By now they probably thought he was insane.

       She had been sauntering, enjoying the temperature of        the day, as it varied from the usual smothering heat,         but then finding a plant in soon-to-be construction area.         Digging it up was the easy part, after climbing the wired        fence. 

          “ Ah this hurts -- I’m so done with myself honestly-- “ 

          “ FLOWERS have feelings too !! “         

       " OKAY I know, I know it’s illegal to rob a bank but just        hear me out -- I’m PRETTY SURE it’s way easier then        people make it out to be. I mean if you come dressed        as a minion or Shrek, then people are bound to be        more interested into what YOU are doing rather than        what your buddy is doing, RIGHT ?? “

“Don’t mention it, it looked like you really wanted it so this is the least I could do. After all I am confident in my skill…you know, if you like I can teach you how to become as great as I am in this game. The training has nothing to do with the game but it makes you really good at it as well at other things.” Wally spoke, would be fun if she were to agree to this, meant he would have a buddy for the shooting range. Of course he did not expect such a cute girl to even lay a finger on a weapon that was designed to kill.

          " Wha-- You can really do that ?! You can teach me?            You really will? You’re so nice; I would love to!! Ah I           always wanted to be good at something other than           gardening !! " 

           she’s keeping a look out now, basically partners in crime, bant & dec,            if you will. she returned the wink, laughing a little before opening her            gob to create wordings once again. 

                                     ❛dude i don’t care, give me a shirt.❜

       Casually she shoved another shirt into her purse, it was        bulging at this point but who needs a WALLET when you        can just steal everything. 

“New patient I’m assuming.” He was casually holding a scalpel in his palms. “I haven’t seen your face here before.”

       A tilt of the head was her response. She had be emitted here        by her coworkers, but the blade held so nonchalantly put a        stone in the pit of her stomach. 

This was Sam’s favorite cereal so he felt as though this person was significant. He couldn’t say he had seen anything else that had the female’s face on it, but if she was worthy to be on the box of his favorite cereal then she was an idol to him.

 “A fan? Am I a fan?” Sam was surprised, by the question. Not only did he eat this cereal for breakfast, but he also ate this for dinner, due to his unhealthy eating habits. This breakfast food was also his snack when he was out burning government property. 

 An idea popped into his head. Starting slowly and quietly he began to chant the cereal’s commercial jingle. Beginning to speed up and become louder, he waved his hands back and forth to the beat of the jingle. Then, gave her look as to say “join in.”

       A grin spread across her face when hearing the jingle. In        any other circumstance she would have groaned, but this        kid really seemed to have the spirit. Peony clapped her        hands while singing to the mediocre tune, causing many        heads to be turned their way. The store then filled with         their god-awful singing, and the pats of their feet hitting        the floor as they danced. It wasn’t until a very large man        came around the corner asking them to stop being such        a ' disruption ‘ ( whatever THAT meant ) did the conflict        arise.  

       After Peony naturally said no, and then a series of kicks        and screams, they were left to stand alone outside the        shopping market.