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He should have seen the dark clouds, but walking out the door to get anything done was always such a task that he often caught himself making up excuses not to do it. It was frustrating -- he didn’t want to hide away for the rest of his life; continue the path he’d been living on for nearly twenty years. But existing was hard, especially with the world outside feeling so big and bad and judgmental. Hoseok still didn’t know where this fear came from. Sure, he could blame it on not fitting in with his peers or the messed up life at home, but in the end he’d developed his anxiety long before that. And weren’t all those things a result of that anxiety and inability to speak?

The wind picked up not too long after he’d closed the front door behind him. But despite it being so much safer inside, he could also feel the walls closing in on him. It was LONELY and suffocating and he knew he needed to get out before he’d drown in his own thoughts again. The silence, boredom, loneliness. It drove him mad.

A bookstore seemed like a good place to go. Or perhaps the library. Quiet places, where he could wander for hours, browsing and discovering. Books had always been his escape from reality; living the lives of other people was comforting, even if he got thrown right back once that last page was turned. It was something, something that didn’t require him to think or worry about his future, about school, about how miserable he felt.

But then a raindrop hit his cheek, soon followed by another. He knew his coat wasn’t waterproof and he hadn’t been smart enough to bring an umbrella. To avoid ending up completely drenched, he was forced to duck into the nearest shop, which luckily didn’t appear to be busy. Suddenly he was surrounded by flowers, the scents almost overwhelming, but there was also something CALMING about them. He’d barely stepped inside when he heard the rain picking up against the window and he couldn’t stop the slight smile that tugged at the corners of his lips. God, he loved the sound of rain.

He’d almost forgotten he stumbled into an unfamiliar place and when his gaze accidentally met with the florist’s he could feel a deep blush creep up his cheeks. Suddenly he felt bad for barging in -- wanted to be a paying customer, but who was he supposed to buy flowers for? His foster mother? Could he even afford anything in here? He doubted it. “Ah, um... s-sorry, it’s-- The weather.” He sheepishly mumbled, glancing over at the window where the pouring rain was clearly visible. “I, um, I can... leave-- I mean, um...” He stammered. “I, ah... I would appreciate it if I could, um, stay here for a bit?” His words sounded more like a question than a statement and he felt so incredibly small and STUPID. 

She would love to learn more about diffferent mediums of art. Her artwork is rather biased in the medium of oil paintings so she would like to get more information about the workings of possibly using clays or pencils more. In today’s art scene there's a lot of people using markers so she would like to try to develop her skills in those areas. Eun-ji sees herself as constantly learning, about everything and anything regarding the world. 

Parenting skills and several other things pertaining to her at home life would be something she would like to expand on. Eun-ji sees herself as a decent parent but she would love to improve to give Jin-ah the best chance in life she could possibly have. Maybe developing her discipline and life lessoning skills. She doesn’t want to do the same mistakes her parents made by trying to her cold or anything. She adores her lovely-bubbly girl and would do anything to better her life.

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“You like flowers, don’t you?”

The words carefully rolled over the redhead’s tongue as they held the potted plant in decorated hands. Stardust had felt a pull that morning, one that had led them into town. It wasn’t until they’d come across a painfully wilted flower whose name escaped them in a window. Generally, the type to do whatever was needed for the sake of nature, long digits had stolen the poorly plant away, tucking it under their jacket as the snowdrift froze the two.

In passing another feeling washed over them. As someone who generally thrived off of such things, Stardust allowed their feet to carry them in the direction that the ‘wind’ carried them. This was the same wind that had convinced them to run away from home, to live in the woods, and to drop out of school. This wind had yet to steer them wrong in their life. Following it wasn’t even something they needed to question.

Coming upon the other they felt a warmth in that presence. Something sweet about them. Not necessarily in the way they looked, but maybe their smell? Maybe the aura that surrounded them? Stardust couldn’t tell as their third eye grew foggy during the winter months.

“I don’t mean to assume, but maybe this one will be a bit better off if you have it.” Their tone was only a touch pleading as they knew very few people to honestly care about things in the way that the seer did, but it was hope.

What the other was meant to do with the plant was beyond Star. But they left that up to the wind.

Samhan was at the heart of the city, where there's not much trees or plants around. Minah felt like it was her duty to bring nature in Samhan instead so she searched for a good flower shop that will cater her restaurant's needs and she stumbled upon Tempo Floral Studio by chance. Since then she'd stop by every day after dropping Jinoh off at the day care. Minah liked bringing fresh flowers to work. 

Today was just like any other day, but it sure has been quite a while since she came to Tempo in person. She had an employee pick the flowers for the past few days because she was busy. As soon as she steps in, there was a wide smile on her face. 

“Hi.” Minah greets the male waving her hand at his direction. “I wasn't able to drop by for a couple of days. I sure hope you still remember me.”