“dozen!” narancia chirped, a grand nod in tow. that meant twelve; he knew that much. though he still hadn’t a clue what the visit would hold for him. that included, well, whatever this off-script order was. he blinked at their shop’s vip, late realization hitting that he was actually being asked for his opinion. and the number of times anybody had asked―now that he could count. the question sent him into a miniature thought cloud of sunset pinks and fragrant lavenders. floriography was still as good as foreign to him, yet a bouquet on aesthetic alone risked exposing him to unwitting ridicule. the decision at hand was a universal one: the resumé answer (to impress), or the heart’s answer (to say fuck it)?
in the end, narancia was never one to tiptoe. it was, in fact, not naivete that led him to accept much of the world at face value; but rather, the nonpareil import he placed in transparency. if byakuran wanted narancia’s two cents, then he would get it unadulterated. “to be real with you, mister, i’m still pretty new to this stuff. i don’t wanna pretend that i’m not.” at his level he could only give it his all, whether he sounded like an idiot or not. “but i feel like it’s not just about the flowers. it depends who i’m getting them from… i guess my ideal bouquet reflects the people around me. i wanna understand what others are thinking, but if they suck at words like i do, it’d just be cool if they could still somehow say it with flowers. like, how does that person feel about me?” he tapped his chin with contemplation, other hand on a cocked hip. “so if it’s just something for you, then how do you feel about yourself? do you like yourself? today, for instance… i think i’d want these!” turning to a straw basket, he gathered stalks of yellow zinnia. “just for starters. a lot’s happened lately, and i’ve just been stuck on these.” he just hoped there wasn’t some kind of fucked up psychology behind it that this guy would double over at.
“and…” he stole a glance at byakuran before finding a different basket―daffodils―but how the hell was he supposed to explain himself there; this one looks like you because it’s white? “maybe one of these.” it was the work of his gut, really.
ღ Ahh, the new recruits were always so refreshing. More than one of the employees here found Byakuran’s needs ridiculous, considered all flowers equal so long as they were pretty. The way this newbie talked about receiving bouquets showed the kind of passion Byakuran liked, but not too much self-righteousness that might make someone think they could add or change Byakuran’s order. Yes, he would do just fine!
Byakuran leaned on the counter, plucking one of the indicated daffodils from its place and twirling it lightly in his fingers, humming cheerfully. “You’ve got good taste!” An immediate sign of approval to allay any potential anxieties at being put on the spot so soon after hire. “Yellow zinnias for looking back, and daffodils for looking forward-- what a lovely bouquet in theory, and with the right balance the bright yellows and whites could really liven up a room, too! I like your instincts, Narancia-kun.” Of course he already knew the boy’s name, he was VIP.
“As for me, I like myself very much. I’m cute and powerful, and I don’t let anyone stop me from following my own heart. But I’ve decided I don’t want a bouquet for me after all-- I like yours, so give me the zinnias and the daffodils!” Handing back the temporarily-stolen daffodil in his hand, he smiled. “Daffodils mean rebirth and new beginnings... I guess it’s fate that we’ll be friends!”