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[txt > Sunflower child] The keychains?

[txt > Sunflower child] I would gladly get you all the designs and variants, dear.

[txt > Sunflower child] But would you not be interested in the clothes? or makeup? or even the furniture?

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The bohemian district had seemed like a good safe bet when Pan had explored it a bit through a stray cat. It was where the free and artistic souls tended towards, the kind of place that gods and demigods that shared Pan’s powers and interests might go. He had seen one shop in particular that he was interested in and headed straight for that. Brightly colored flowers filled pots and buckets and baskets outside the shop, framing the entrance to the shop enticingly. Pan couldn’t help a small smirk. It was obvious the shopkeeper knew what they were doing.

Feet bare and ram’s horns gleaming in the spring sunlight, Pan entered the little flower shop. Pan had to admit that he was impressed. There were all sorts of flowers stocked in the shop, even rarer ones. Most likely grown by plant magic, the god thought to himself. It was nice to see that there were other people that cared about the growth of plants rather than just the destruction. He would have to visit the pet shop to see if they took similar care of their animals.

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To say Amaterasu was excited about the Sunshine Festival was an understatement. She had practically glowed at the council meeting, and was among the first to volunteer organizing the event, plying the rest of the council members with suggestions. It was turning out to be a very promising series of days as she walked around the early hours of the festival opening, visiting the booths and guiding festival goers towards their preferred entertainment.

She had several duties to do throughout the day (not to mention a water balloon fight to start), but she wanted to wish Wheein luck during the festival and buy some congratulatory flowers from her, both to help boost customers and a tradition. There was no other demigod she trusted with flowers than the sweet child of Freya.

“Wheein!” Her greeting was enthusiastic, already feeling the effects of the bright sunshine and slowly building excitement of the festival goers. Wheein stood in her booth amongst an array of her best flowers and already a line was forming despite the early hour. 

“I’m sorry! Puffy just always needs a little bit of time before she likes people.” Jiyeon glanced towards the couch her cat was hiding underneath. “I think she got spooked because we were loud… but I promise it’s not your fault!! She’ll love you super soon, she just needs to get used to you!!”

It was understandable that a cat Jiyeon had picked up off the street would be easily scared, but Jiyeon wondered if Puffy would always be like this. Would she learn to be more comfortable around people with time? “She’ll come back to us when she feels like it~”

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  “It’s mine though, fuck up outta her--WHEEIN!” Dakota sputters as the hoodie is tugged up on him suddenly. For as small and delicate and sweet as Wheein is, she is no joke when she wants something! And in truth, he had missed the playful side of her.

   BUT AT WHAT COST?!

  Apparently, his beloved H.I.M hoodie that he has had since he was like ten. It’s one of his favorites because he’s worn it down for years to a perfect softness and it smells like that laundry detergent he only uses for his bedding and for his favorite clothes. All deep jasmine and vanilla and musk. That scent fills up his nose as the hoodie is yanked up further on him. He struggles to wriggle away from her, flopping sideways on his bed and knocking the Xbox controller out of his hands. “My game!”

“Wheein...please...give me like two seconds...”

Panting, Jimin was filling order after order. It was a Saturday afternoon, the time when everyone was out and about and stopped into stores at their whims. As a new shop, Mukashi-Kara was getting extra special attention on its first Saturday open to the public. Person after person, group after group came into the shop, making noise, buying things. There was a lot happening. Especially a lot of sound. It was hard on Jimin’s sensitive ears.

Yet between his brother and himself, the two managed the crowd and made sale upon sale. Eiji would be ecstatic about the profits, Jimin was certain of that much. Jimin himself was just happy to see so many happy faces filling his shop and leaving it, satisfied. It was several long minutes, 15, before the rush suddenly died down to the usual trickle, with just a handful of people remaining in the shop.

Finally, Jimin turned with a happy but exhausted smile to Wheein. His favorite customer.

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It was bright and early and Pan wished he was back in the forest napping among a bundle of animals in a patch of sunshine. Instead he was tending to the plants at Flowers of Yggdrasil, doing his daily tasks of watering and pruning. Sad plants received a stroke or even a little peck, soft and damp and warm against his lips in the shop air that sustained their life. He was sleepy, certainly, but he was happy to be surrounded by all these lovely little creatures bursting with life even in the middle of winter.

When he was finished, Pan took up his post behind the counter at the cash register. It was a slow morning. The god found himself nodding off at the counter and wishing that he could be napping. But no, he had signed himself up for this job and he was determined to do his best at it. It just so happened that his best today was sleepy and inattentive.

Then the bells on the door gave a jingle as it opened. A frigid and gentle breeze wafted in along with the soft footsteps of some person or other. Pan stood up straight and tried his best to look attentive for the prospective customer.

“Welcome-”

Then his sleepy, blurred vision cleared and the god of the wild realized with a burst of joy and love who it was that had entered the shop.

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he steps into the small floral shop and lets the scents of the room cascade over him, sweets and bitters, colors and flavors, a thickness that threatens to overtake him, coaxing him to simply shut his eyes for a moment and remember what eternal fields felt like to wade through, back when the world was young and virginic, back when the highest buildings could go was a good eight meters up, back when entire hills rested untouched, unsullied, unknown by humanity, full of flowers waving in the breeze. he remembers how tall they climbed towards the ever-shining sun, how it felt to have fought for this, burned for this, won all this. lost all this.

he opens his eyes and takes a few more steps inside, his eyes meanders through the shelves and decorative fountains of greenery and vines, everything offerable for any occasion, any dalliance, all your party-planning needs, and he can’t help himself from grinning loosely at the silliness of some of the plants. design flaws perhaps, he couldn’t say-- he’s not the god of flowers, fortunately. but at least they are all entertaining and if there’s one thing he can say for certain, it’s that it’s definitely taking effort coming here and doing this. it’s not really his style, but then… he’s trying something new. for someone new.