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 Posted: Thu Mar 17, 2016 10:10 am
Fog or not, it was a work and school day, and even if a ton of people stayed in their houses people who were barely passing as it was, had to go to school. Wil had attended his lecture (see: napped through) and gone to meet up with a few people who called him before he wandered the town a bit. Normally he'd plop on a street corner and do fortune tellings for a few bucks but the fog was stifling and there weren't many pedestrians. The brightest warmest looking place nearby, the most stark contrast to the fog itself, was the flower shop. The blonde entered with a small sleepy smile, sniffing idly at the sweet air, before he disappeared behind a display of pre-made bouquets. He didn't reappear.
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Posted: Thu Mar 17, 2016 10:57 am
He hadn't been working here long at all. Leslie St. Peter was still learning the ropes and doing basic things. When it was slow he swept up and took out the trash. So it wasn't an uncommon thing for him to wander outside with a large garbage bag of clippings and whatever dust accumulated from the floor. Today, however, it was a bit odd when he saw someone. Or he thought he did. It made him pause in place and then shrugged. If it was a customer, maybe Aleksy would get to him. So he took the trash to the dumpster and then wandered back into the shop from the fog and shivered. Now was time to go make sure the vases on display were clean. With a cloth in hand and a bottle of cleaning fluid on his belt, dangling at his hip, the teenage boy went to the displays and set off to cleaning the vases. If nothing else, Leslie was a hard worker and tended to get lost and seriously focused on the task at hand. He let everything else just kind of fade into the background, which wasn't always a good thing. It made Leslie clumsy and trip over things quite frequently.
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Posted: Thu Mar 17, 2016 11:47 am
As Leslie went about his cleaning he may perhaps stumble from a battered sneaker in the middle of the aisle, one that had fallen off ratty-socked foot sticking out of the smallest gap in between displays. Or perhaps he'd hear the soft sound of breathing. Either way, he'd eventually find a gangly college student with a halo of blonde curls and probably some sort of plant refuse fallen in his hair curled into a position that couldn't possibly be comfortable and sitting on top of some of the shop's boxes of supplies. He seemed to be fast asleep.
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2016 9:34 am
The boy continued his cleaning and arranging things when he stumbled upon a disgusting sock clad foot and met the floor for not the first time since he started working here. Usually Leslie would say 'hello floor' and be on his way, but he knew he tripped on something that could be a person's foot. So he picked himself up and then turned around to find a blond that, in all honesty, looked completely homeless and in desperate need of a shower. Leslie tensed up and brought his hands to his chest to clutch at his shirt. His green eyes darted around, looking for his boss only to not have the other anywhere in sight. Oh God, oh God... He panicked internally and just let out a slow whine. "U-uhm..." Leslie's voice was low and very unsure of himself as he quietly nudged that sock clad food with his shoe. "Y..You probably.. shouldn't sleep here...?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2016 1:21 pm
Being nudged had his foot bobbing and Wil shifted to rub at his nose. He didn't quite wake up, not yet, but his foot was retracted and tucked under his leg to be out of the way. It would take more than that to get him up.
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2016 8:55 am
Leslie sighed when the foot retracted but the person attached to it didn't wake up. He moved over to the body and now kind of poked at it with the bristles of his broom and cleared his throat. "Excuse me...?" His voice as hesitant but a bit louder. "You can't... sleep inside the shop," Leslie said, trying to muster up his inner strength. It wasn't working, but he was trying! He was never one for telling people what to do. The only reason Leslie's doing this and not getting his boss, is because Aleksy might be a bit more mean about it.
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2016 7:09 am
"Mmm?" Wil's arms clutched against himself a bit as he tried to turn over only to be poked with something uncomfortably bristley, "Hmm?" His blue eyes cracked under blonde curls and with the flower petals in his hair he looked near seraphic if not for the smell of heady herbal smoke that hung around him and the slight grunge to his his clothes and stained artist's hands. "S'nice and warm though.." He smiled sleepily at the other young man, "Sure you can't just like... not tell on me?" There seemed to be a backpack behind his head for a pillow with comically large cat ears on it.
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2016 11:16 am
"I'm sure it's warm, but..." His brows knit and Leslie pushed his hands to his face when the other asked him not to tell. God. He didn't want to kick the guy out but if Aleksy saw him.. "No, I can't. I can't have you sleeping in the shop. My boss will end up getting mean if he sees you. So we should... Just.." He nudged the other again with his broom before pursing his lips. The teen cleared his throat slowly and put the broom to the side before reaching down to try to take the other's hand to tug him up. "So let's go...?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2016 1:05 pm
Pulling up Wil was like tugging on a wet towel. He was limp and weighty and seemed a bit stuck where he was though his shoulders did finally lift and he managed to at least heave into a sitting position before rubbing his eyes with his free hand. "Gimme a minute-aaaahhhhhooouuuhhhhhh-" The blonde yawned, blinked around the room, and instead of standing just smiled sleepily. "Cool store man. You get free flowers?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2016 1:15 pm
"....I.. don't know if I get them free or not?" Well getting this one to his feet wasn't a thing he could do. But at least the bum like man did it himself. Leslie sighed slowly and pushed a hand through his hair one more time before licking his lips. "If you're wanting to buy things you can stay in the store and look around, but.. if all you're trying to do is sleep then.. I-I'm sorry but I'll have to ask you to leave..?" The way he said it was actually a question and very shaky. Leslie didn't have the confidence to kick someone out. He felt really bad. Maybe the guy was having a hard time in life, maybe he was sick and needed to sleep. Or did he get to hot in the sun and needed to cool down? Adulting was difficult.
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2016 9:45 pm
"I'm not homeless or anything." Wil clarified, though he didn't yet stand up to walk anywhere. "Just tired." He seemed to think about standing, his hand setting on his knee as if he would push up, but he didn't and instead just blinked with a soft smile at the worker who woke him up. "Your hair is awesome for a flower crown. I'm an artist. Let me photograph you sometime.. with flowers in your hair?" He yawned big, "Maybe your boss will let you have flowers for it." He. still. wasn't. moving.
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Posted: Thu May 05, 2016 3:35 am
Leslie relaxed when Wil said he was only tired and not homeless. The teen looked about as relieved as he felt before laughing a bit ore and then bit down on his lip. "O-oh. I'm sorry.. for assuming." So at the same time he was feeling relief, he was suffering from horrible embarrassment for automatically judging by appearances. Ugh! You should know better than that, Leslie! Then he got complimented and his eyes widened and then narrowed suspiciously before giving a soft noise. "I.. I could buy flowers..? I don't mind if you want to take a picture of that.." He was flattered. So many emotions.
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2016 9:01 am
"It's cool.. I get that sometimes-" The homeless thing. Mostly because he slept pretty much anywhere and usually smelled like various types of smoke and was scruffy.... and maybe his clothes could look dingy or stained but he'd blame that on being an art student. "Why buy them when you can like.... borrow them?" Wil stretched and pulled a flower from a nearby holder and stuck it in his hair without asking.
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2016 2:19 pm
"Because I don't... feel comfortable borrowing from the shop? I'm not new, new here, but I don't have... that much reputation I think?" That and he didn't know how it was going to go over well. Just walk up to his boss and ask to borrow flowers because someone wanted to take a picture of him. He twisted some of his hair in his finger just thinking about it and then just shrugged. "I could also use those flowers for my house," came a hushed murmur. "So.. do you just photograph or do you paint..?"
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Posted: Thu May 19, 2016 12:24 pm
Wil shrugged, as if the refusal of thievery didn't bother him one way or the other. He was still smiling, sleepy and pleasant, and had yet to fully stand up from the boxes he was sitting on. "I like-" Wil wrinkled his nose and scratched his head, a few loose flower petals falling into his lap and making him look at them, "Paint, draw, sculpt.. photograph and illustration.. even like mixed media stuff?" So everything you could think of. "I don't like being pinned down with one thing. Creativity has all forms, right?"
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