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Watering, trimming, re-planting, arranging. That was the routine Hanako had grown so familiar with for the past year of working part-time in the shop. The initial discomfort of green gardening gloves had long since greeted Hanako, with how often he wears them. He liked to tell people his modelling job was a lot more fun. More him. Being in the center and focus of someone else's gaze through lenses, being styled professionally, and making use of his egotistical arrogant confidence to earn him money. And it certainly got a lot more fun reactions compared to telling someone, 'hey so I tend to plants almost everyday'.

But really, it was always working here that he felt the most comfortable with. His mind can casually switch to auto-pilot the second he wore the dark green apron with his name tag: Hanako , on it. Most people he'd hoped to think that something so mundane was unable to capture Hanako's interest, compared to the thrill of being in front of a camera. But hey, if anyone could make mundane interesting, then it should be Hanako. Or so he likes to think.

The flower shop he worked in looked like one of the many struggling during the winter. Displayed minimal flowers right behind the little glasses store front. Costumers passing by could see through the pained glass wall that separated between the world, and Hanakos small one. Inside was a lot more colourful than what was displayed. With a small wall taken up by ribbons , lace, and types of wrapping paper. In the middle of the room, ready made bouquets minimally displayed with assortments of rocks, Buckets of all assortments of single flowers took most of the attention in the room, with no sort of organised pattern at first glance. Above it, reaching the ceilings were vases and pottery of some sizes. But they were decoration.

The real vases were on a solid wooden racks closer to the counter at the end of the store. A lot more organized from first glance. One had plastic displays, wooden, glass, and clay. On the clay shelf though, there was a gaping empty space. And an employee standing nearby with a broom, suggesting frantic sweeping even if his back was turned towards the door.

If a customer set foot, Hanako's shoulder would tense at the gentle jingle of the bell hanging over the door, his hasty sweeping halted. Using the brooms head to cover the broken pieces of dried clay and leaning it against the wall before turning around with a sweet customer smile.

" Hii~ Welcome to Tiny Florals, how may I- " his voice died down in his own throat as his brain registered just who just walked in. And… dayum. What a great day to be a florist. Well - broken pots can wait. That's a problem for Hanako who doesn't have a hunk within his vicinity. Hands behind his back, he used a smile as he approached the tall hunk. Giving a more gentler smile that hardly felt forced at all. Not with the eye candy like that in his line of vision! " How may I be of service to you?"

Hanako 'Hana' Tone

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" A few huh?" He repeated with a light laugh, recognizing the mischeif in the others tone that sounded like music to his ears. This could be fun. Hanako didn't bother with asking what those were, and assuring that he would be attentive to the hunk. Feeling that it was already obvious enough that it didn't need to be said.

Hanako kept a small smile on him while he listened to his request. His eyes may or may not have accidentally lingered on places apart from the customers face - even if he shouldn't have. Like the curve of his chiseled jaw, the shape of his exposed neck, and the broadness of his shoulders. It might be a miracle that Hanako still managed to catch his words and flicker his eyes back at his unique lavender ones. Contacts? Strangely enough it suited his face.

" Ah.. so you're here for a quick Floriography lesson? Lucky for you then, I'm on shift today~" He grinned pleased, taking a step closer to them, his voice being added an almost teasing tone for his next words. " I've been told I'm good at assisting", he says vaguely, but the tone dissipated almost as soon as it came. His steps instead leading the other to the side of the wall with different sorts of single flowers. His tone back to it's chipper one earlier.

" Some flowers have a peculiar meaning attached to them that makes them a little more special when you're trying to send any sort of message. It's like a short poem or something. We even have a couple of ones that are pretty, but means nothing good. Perhaps you'll find similar flowers to where you're from here" he says, assuming the other was just living in some unique town away from here or something.

" So..... what sort of message are you looking for? I can try to find the right flowers for it"

Hanako couldn't help himself but let out a light laugh at his words. " Pleasure's all mine, Iriel. I hope to use my earned knowledge to assist you in walking out this humble store with a bouquet that meets your satisfaction~", he says in reply, doing what he could to mimic the others unique word choice. Was that on purpoes? Perhaps he was part of playing some sort of character? Hanako had seen a few striving actors that use this method to help with their acting. Whatever it was, he enjoyed it.

He noted the other had lingered on his name tag, but ended up tapping the name tag once gently. " The preferred name I go by is Hana" he informed, trying his best to hide his disappointment as the others gaze drifted from him to the flowers.

" Oh! It's for .. family huh? That's quite a rare commission" Hanako points out, though smiling to himself as if remembering something good. " Big. Colorful. Obvious gratitude. Quite strong feelings you have for this recipient" he smiled, already turning his gaze to the wall of flowers, eliminating some flower names out of his mind already. And while he did, he absentmindedly continued, determined to keep the conversation going. " Their parents must be so lucky to have a son-in-law, like you. Or perhaps even future son-in-law? "