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The tall woman thrusts her phone in front of your pale skinned face, with a small, slightly pixelated picture of the flowers showing on the screen. Clicking your tongue in annoyance, you grab the phone, leaning back in your worn, creaky chair and study the roses as you just lit up a cigarette. You turn the huge smartphone, trying to zoom in the photograph which only blurs and pixelates even more.

"This picture motherfuckin' sucks. I can't draw anything with this fucking lack of detail," you exclaim, letting out a loud and exasperated sigh.

Kanaya's narrowing her eyes at you, fingers curled up in her green-colored bangs, letting out a sharp breath, "Look. I know it may not be a picture of high quality and I deepy apologize for that, but you will do this for me, Gamzee. I want that rose-tattoo, or else, I may hunt you with a chainsaw."

"Woah, shit. Relax, Kan. I didn’t say I wouldn't. I only said that picture motherfuckin' sucks. I need something with more detail, 's all. God dammit."

"Excellent. You will figure something out, I am sure you will. Rose and I need to go now, though. We have an appointment with the wedding planner, and later we will have dinner with John and Jade," she smiles deviously, rushes to the front door of the tattoo studio and leaves with a short, half-hearted wave.

Rose only following her fiancée in slow steps, "Sorry, Gamz. She is a bit stressed out, lately. The wedding and all. She really meant no offense."

"None taken, Sis, even tho she's a piece of work. Have all the miracles today, okay ?", you smile at her, all forgiving, trying to hide your annoyance.

She smiles back at you, all wide and happy, "Thank you ! .. By the way," she starts, pointing towards the big window in the front of your studio, "There is a small flower-shop across the street, if that's of any interest in that matter," as she was waving good-bye at you and steps out of the door aswell, following her beloved to the car parking infront of the tattoo-studio, and with that, the girlfriends are gone.

Growling in annoyance again and letting out a huge sigh, you lean back in your chair, focusing on the sketch-block again, needing to finish the last details on a tattoo for a client, that was arriving in about an hour. You soon lost focus though, and began to stare through the big window absent-mindedly, wondering if the flower shop could provide Kanya's flowers. A real one would be perfect, for detail and every possible angle. Any rose would do, but a rose-colored one would be ideal. How expensive would flowers even be ? Now you would have to pay for a flower, only to design one of your godly tattoos for one of your best friends, you wouldn't get paid for. That definitely would have to count as your wedding present ! At least you hopes it does. Rubbing your black curls, you shake your head violently, needing to push the new tattoo idea away. You need to finish up the current project on the paper in front of you, the piece bigger than average by far, meant as full sleve-tattoo just like you got one yourself. Just yours is more gorgeous by far. This piece is going to consume your time for the rest of the day until closing time, assuming that the client could handle a long session with no need to cancel it early on. (The doubt is on your side with this one though.)

But only then, maybe tomorrow, you could go and check out the flower store for said motherfucking flower.

Your name is Tavros Nitram and you are ready for the day. You entered the small store early this day, the air that's smelling like rainbows fills your lungs immediately and pulls a small smile from your lips. You do love your work at the store. You love the scent, and you love the colors, and you just really like flowers. You usually only works part-time, but since you're currently on your semester break, you switched to full-time for the rest of vacation. You always liked mother nature in all it's ways, that's why you decided to go to university to become a veterinarian in the first place, and thus you really enjoyed every day you were working in the little flower-shop.

You could also use the additional money, a students life ain't a cheap one, granted. You turn on the lights and prepare to open up the store within the next hour with a big yawn.

You were tired. You had talked with one of your best friends on the phone for too long last night, the older and taller one trying to convince you to join him going to some weird convention about robotics, again. The last time wasn't all too great already. There were some things that definitely were cool. But overall, you were just bored, sighted in annoyance and greatly disliked the hole convention, not really being into technology. Everything that's beyond a TV, a smartphone, a laptop and maybe a gaming-console exceeds itself from your comprehension. You had a hard time talking yourself out of that trip, but in the end you could convince him to take Nepeta with him instead. She was his number one best friend - even though the age-gap between them was ridiculous, him being 30 and her being 19 - but you wouldn't judge. Friendship knows no age, after all. She also was more into his technology-stuff than you were, more into any of his stuff to be honest. You two had very different opinions in general, and even though you disliked when you and your friends (general speaking!) disagreed on things, it happened more often than not. Shaking your head, forcing the thoughts of Equius away, you went to put your stuff away behind the counter and grabbed your bright orange apron, pulling it over your head, always cautious not to ruin your dark-brown mohawk. Keeping it in place took a lot of effort - and hairspray - and you wouldn't like it if you ruined it by accident.

You decided to start to refill your water sprayer and your watering can, first. Then you gradually worked around the shop, moving from one plant to the next. You let your strong, long fingers gently caress the flower petals of each pot, smiling and whispering to them, humming them sweet little melodies as you groomed and watered them sufficiently. You knew you looked kinda out of place. You were tall and dark-skinned, muscled, had broad shoulders and big hands, your body not really built for being a florist - with all those fragile pots and plants, but you loved everything about the place and you couldn't help but smile and just feel happy, as off as it may sound.

You already started working at the flower shop 10 years ago, when your were only 15, to make some extra pocket money. Your dad tried to provide you what you needed, but you were out with your friends a lot, and your appetite was huge. You felt bad at taking your dad's hard earned money so casually. You had a black hole in your stomach, after all, that's what all your friends used to say, anyway. You took double, or even triple the amount they would get. But you were atheletic ever since, and sports just makes you hungry. Instead of eating less, because why would you pffff, you had decided to find a job, work a little and eat just the same as ever, a win-win situation. You had just accidentally got your job in the little shop when you were walking by one day and grabbed a heavy pot from the oldish owner as he had nearly dropped it. You had helped him out for a few hours, had a very nice and comforting chat and in the end, he offered you the part-time job and you gladly accepted upon thanking the old guy. After that it had all gone downhill as you had realized you truly loved taking care of all the colorful, little plants at the shop, your mind absorbing the different types of flowers and the care they required pretty quickly, something that barely ever happened in school, even though you have been interested in biology before. (You still tried to do good with all your grades, your goal was to become a veterinarian ever since your were a little kid.) As the owner of the shop passed away - shortly after you entered university - and his daughter Terezi started to run the buisness, she decided that she would gladly keep you as her florist since you were a great help and knew everything that needed to be done. You helped her run the place ever since, you two became good friends even and now, with the hard work from the both of you, your shop was rated the top privately owned flower shop in the whole city. You two were pretty damn proud, even though you didn't own the place. It was a good feeling that all your efforts showed great results.

After you are done watering all the plants, you open the register, checking through orders and deliveries for the day. You suddenly hear a light knock on the glass door. You check your watch and frown, the shop not opening for another 25 minutes. Normally, you would refuse to open, but as the knocking came harder and louder, you were actually starting to worry whoever was there was going to crack the glass. What if someone was in need of actual help .. ? Sighing in annoyance you walk around the counter, head to the front door, unlocking and pulling it open.