[Don’t say that. Madison might show up on his doorstep with tons of food. :P]
“That’s really not necessary…”
He’s something like 30lbs underweight. Possibly more. 😐 He does this thing where he can’t eat when he’s anxious, and… he’s anxious a lot.
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Waiting Pleasantries
”I guess th’ fact they they c’n self-seed and their speed in growth makes ‘em seem a little pest-like, especially when they start t’ smother other plants. I think they’re cute.” She would have been more than happy to plant a few in her garden, but taking time away from home meant she would likely return to nothing but Morning Glories.
Something that felt a little like pride swelled in her chest when he decided to contribute to the conversation. It felt nice to be listened to, but it was even better knowing the person she spoke to had something to say — not to mention he was handsome, and his laugh was incredibly adorable.
”Hmm?” Focus, “Oh! Uh, I’ve only been workin’ with flowers for about three years. I practically begged fer th’ job after I moved t’ California by m’self. Ma was never…
She thought it wasn’t a good job.”Madison shook her head and urged the smile to return to her face, “What about you? You’re a detective! I know ya said it’s a lot of paper work, but I’ve always wondered what it would be like. I mean, it’s probably nothin’ like what they show on TV, right?”
“I suppose the morning glories are best left on abandoned castles, hm? There’s a manor in Lyon that I visit from time to time; crumbling walls, rotting wood, climbing ivy… and god, so many morning glories. They’re beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.”
He rocked back and forth on his heels as he considered a segue, pulling himself from the day dream. “Good job or not,” he looked at her again with a reassuring smile. “I think it’s wonderful that you’re doing what you’re passionate about. That’s far more important than money or social stigma, anyway. It’s the way to find true joy, or so I’m told.
"Really, rather like detective work. Sometimes it’s as the telly shows, yes… There are chases, exciting criminal cases, injuries, time spent in laboratories, speaking to blood splatter experts… But most really is paperwork. Alas, anything we detectives do must be documented if we’re to use it in court. It’d be far too easy to fake otherwise. But, fortunately…”
Hakuba leaned in closer to her then, raising a brow with mischievous interest, smirk going crooked on his face. “I’m rather fond of the smell and texture of paper, and love to examine ink and typed writing for mistakes… cross-referencing data, determining legitimacy. You can learn so much about people that way, and since paperwork isn’t as standard across the board as one might think, there are plenty of rooms for error, all of which lead to… well, curious things. Which I love.”
Whisper~
He really didn’t know her well enough to make such a request, but as Hakuba looked around the immediate area, he found that he didn’t have much of a choice. If that woman had seen him, and he appeared to be on his own, there would be no escape from several long hours of drama. A little awkward forwardness seemed, in that context, a fair bargain.
So, putting on his best, most nervous smile, he leaned closer to Madison and whispered, “Kiss me… Please. I’ll explain later.”
[OOC: Kiwi~]
Kiwi: Love your blog, equally interested in you as a person.
Thank you ;-; <3
Waiting Pleasantries
”Most people get that really bored look on their faces whenever I start talkin’ about flowers. I mean, I know they’re not th’ most interestin’ things t’ hear about.” She lifted her shoulders in a small, sheepish shrug but quietly appreciated his charm and understanding.
He hadn’t asked her to stop or forced another subject onto her, but she still felt a sliver of guilt knowing she had almost tumbled into a nearly endless speech about flowers and their medical benefits. Besides, she was only a simple florist — she wasn’t supposed to know more than their meanings and that they were ‘really, super pretty.’
”I never thought of ‘em that way, but yer right. I can’t wait fer mine t’ bloom,” she tried not to sigh at how poetic he sounded, “They take a few years t’ grow an’ bloom, but I know it’ll be worth it. Just gotta pay attention an’ make sure they’re gettin’ th’ right amount of light and water.”
Madison shifted slightly beside him and cleared her throat, “Do ya happen t’ have a favorite?”
For his part, Hakuba seemed completely content to listen to the ramblings. It was refreshing to hear of another’s life and adventures without having to cater to the whims of the interrogation of fame, and the subject matter was calming. That the woman he spoke to was a beautiful girl and clearly passionate was a definite perk, and the detective was very pleased with his choice in bus stop for the day.
“I prefer Morning Glories, after all, though I suppose many think of them as a pest…” he offered, smile crooked. “Lilies, also. And Carnations… especially the ones with stripes."
He laughed, then, just a small, rolling chuckle in the back of his throat before turning his attention back to the sign post. "How long have you been working with flowers? Is this a family trade, or is it something you’ve pioneered on your own?”
She nervously handed him a bundle of geraniums, sunflowers and sycamore. “Y’know, for not carin’ that I talk a lot an’ stuff.”
GERANIUM: True friendship
SUNFLOWER: Gratitude
SYCAMORE: Curiosity
“Nonsense, it’s quite charming, you know? Thank you for sharing your thoughts with me, and these flowers– they’re beautiful!"
Waiting Pleasantries
The auburnette felt a pang of unease, her shoulders shifting slightly when she realized that he was staring at her far more closely than most strangers did. She habitually pushed a lock of her hair from her face, but used the motion to hide the color that came to her cheeks as well.
”I—It’s all right, ask whatever ya want.” She couldn’t begin to imagine what he wanted to ask her and why it called for a warning, but she was an open book. There was very little she was willing to share, especially if it were as simple as admitting what her favorite flower.
Madison remained silent for a second, then burst into a fit of giggles into both of her hands.
”Oh, gosh. That ain’t forward at all! I’m fond of peonies, and they are fun t’ work with. ‘Fact, I got a bush or two back home that I’m takin’ care of.” She sighed softly.
”They’re just so cute an’ soft, and they got th’ best smell. Well, most of ‘em do. There are some that smell like fish, but I ain’t ever smelled those before. The ones in my garden smell like roses an’ citrus. Oh, did ya know the roots are used fer medicine? I——
Oh, shoot. M’sorry, m’ ramblin’…”
Now that was charming. The detective chuckled, lifting a hand to cover his mouth as he did so, amused at her reaction. “Oh, please, no, it’s wonderful. There’s nothing more enchanting than listening to a passionate person speak of what they love most.”
Hakuba offered what he hoped was a warm and reassuring smile, no longer giving off the analytical feeling, which he’d only intended to be humorous, anyway. Absently tugging at the collar of his milfold coat, he broke his gaze to give her a moment of reprieve and glanced up at the bus stop sign, instead.
“They’re beautiful, though. Peonies. I’ve always been fond of how they look like living watercolor. Delicate petals in various strokes and washes of paint. Very fine choice. Are they difficult to care for?”
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”Oh! Well, that’s even better. Yer doin’ yer job well if yer gettin’ the right guys.” She wasn’t one to judge people based on their appearance, but he seemed like such a gentleman that she couldn’t see him catching a criminal — then again, he said he was a detective. That required intellect, and he certainly sounded smart.
’Ornamental horticulture.’
She’d never heard another address it that way, her eyebrows lifting in awe. Goodness, if more people praised her line of work like that, she wouldn’t have felt so ashamed of admitting it.
”Go right ahead.”
Hakuba studied her for a few seconds, then nodded, shuffling his feet to get back a little warmth in his legs. “I’ve always been curious about this, and you’ll have to forgive me if it seems too forward or odd or anything like that, but…” The detective pursed his lips, brows raising as he gave her a very, very studious look, exaggerating just a little to make it clear that he was analyzing her.
“Just what, as a professional ornamental horticulturist, is your favorite flower?” A brief pause. “And would you consider it one that you particularly enjoy working with?”
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”That don’t sound borin’ at all. I probably wouldn’t be any good at it, but yer helpin’ put criminals away, right?” Her lips curled behind her scarf, a small dusting of color touching her cheeks when he asked her what she did.
A small shrug, and she turned her eyes away.
”I’m a florist. I arrange an’ sell flowers, but I got a garden of m’ own. Ain’t as impressive as bein’ a detective.”
“Yes, I am. Or, rather, I’m helping to find the correct criminals to help the authorities to put them away, anyway,” Hakuba laughed, shrugging his shoulders with a wincing smile. He was splitting hairs, but it had always been a bad habit of his.
“Regardless, ornamental horticulture is a time-honored tradition and requires an enormous attention to detail and a deft hand.” He paused for only a moment. “Do you mind if I ask another nosy question?”