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Who: Ken and EVERYONE EVER
When: Business hours (9-7), Oct. 5th
Where: Koneko no Sumu Iie flowershop
Style: Action
Status: Open

[It's a beautiful day in Vatheon. Like pretty much every other day. Kinda boring, really.

In the early morning, Ken prepares the flower shop to open--not like has anything else to do--putting out displays of bouquets and potted plants outside, sweeping the sidewalk, watering the plants. Just another day.

Later in the morning, he's inside--working on arrangements. He's not the best at it, but he's had a lot of practice, and basic vases aren't beyond his skills. Something to do with his hands.

By 2:00, he's sitting at the counter with his head propped on his hands, dozing lightly. Yup, he's bored. He's already swept the store, cleaned the coolers, and there's still three or four hours to go so booooored.]

[ooc: Open log in the flowershop run by Ken and Aya. He's just around doing flowershop stuff. Buy flowers, visit, or tsk him for falling asleep on the job, he doesn't care.]

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[After leaving Ordo 2 and realizing he's been asleep for awhile now, he's heading towards the bar for a drink. He'll see the flowershop as prior he never bothered to notice it was there. Perhaps he could pick up some flowers for the bar maids he's become well introduced with.]

[Ken's sitting behind the counter...sleeping. His forehead's flat on the counter and he's not quite snoring, but he's also definitely not awake.

The bell over the door ringing does wake him up, though--he jerks upright almost hard enough to fall off the stool, blinking at the door and looking faintly embarrassed.]

Oh. Um. Hey. Welcome to the Koneko no Sumu Iie, what can I do for you?

[Angelo turns to look at Ken at the counter and how he nearly fell off his stool while getting a good chuckle out of it. He really needed that after what he's been through. But when the other approaches him and says something in gibberish, he tilts his head.]

Um, what type of shop has a name that sounds as if it's gibberish? [But regardless, he still wanted to get some roses.] I've never noticed this shop before and wanted to buy some roses.

[He waves a hand.]

It's not gibberish, it's Japanese. Being as how both us shop owners are from Japan and all. Native language.

[Obviously. Duh, Angelo.]

Right, well. We've got red, yellow, white, pink, purple, so on, roses are kinda a specialty I guess...I really like the purple-tipped green ones we got last week, personally. Do this for as long as I have and you get pretty sick of normal looking roses.

[Way to steamroller the guy, Kenken.]

Japanese? Japan? [Those names are kind of familiar, since he read about various countries' histories in a book once.] Oh! You're those people with emperors for kings, wear long robes all the time and no shoes in your homes, you also have very beautiful women who dance in special show houses too. [He continues to remember what he read.] You have those public bathing houses for both men and women too, right? At least that's what the book I read said.

[But back onto the topic of flowers, he listens to Ken's words and ponders more on his choices.]

I'll take red, pink, and white. Those suit my tastes best and I'm sure the lady they're for will enjoy them too.

[That...sigh.]

I'll give you the no shoes and bathhouses thing, that's accurate. But we have a Prime Minister now, the Emperor's just a figurehead, do I look like I'm wearing a robe right now, and geisha? Seriously? Maybe in Kyoto, but it's mostly a tourist thing these days.

[Oh Angelo. also Ken that is not fantastic customer service. This is why they don't let you talk to people back home. Along with the not speaking English thing.]

Alright, and how many would you like?

Tourist? What's that?

[Seriously Ken, he's not from Earth. You need to grasp this. Also he ponders again.]

A dozen sounds good.

A foreigner who thinks we still wear kimono everywhere and that geisha is still a valid career choice.

[Oh snap. Obviously Ken's never heard of 'the customer is always right'.]

Four of each color then?

We don't have any Japanese people where I'm from, so it's obvious I'm going to assume such things. You're awfully rude for a shop merchant as well.

[Says the guy who told the shop clerk his shop's name was gibberish.]

Yes, that will do.

Yeah, yeah, they normally keep me in the back until something heavy needs moved around. I chewed my way out of the leather straps today.

[He's a friendly rude person at least.]

Alright then, a dozen roses coming up.

[He moves to the cooler, where there's buckets full of loose stems of roses--he wasn't lying when he said they had a lot of them--and pulls out the requested roses, some greenery, and the dreaded baby's breath, deftly using a knife to make up a bouquet on the spot which he wraps in tissue paper to protect it.]

Will that be everything?

Oh my, you're vicious then. I should restrain you again before you cause trouble for anyone else.

[He might be serious about this or not, who knows. He also watches Ken and takes the roses when he's finished his work.]

For now, yes. Though I must admit you looked rather bored... Do you drink? I could use some company on my way to the pub.

[Oh Angelo. You have noooo idea.]

I've been known to have a pint or two. But I'm kinda working right now.

[Well. By some definition it might be working.]

Why don't you leave for a while? No one will have to know and I haven't seen very many customers come by.

Edited 2012-10-06 06:35 (UTC)

Oh, I'm pretty sure my partner has a sort of 'Ken isn't where he's supposed to be' sixth sense. He'd find out.

[Someone has to keep track of him after all. But he glances at the wall clock--6 o'clock, surely closing an hour early wouldn't be so horrible and he's bored.]

Would he scold you by putting you in those leather straps again?

[Because he's not letting that go.]

He might even get out the good handcuffs.

[Ken is unperturbed. He lived with Youji too long to be flustered by your comments.]

So you two are those types of people, I see.

[Yeah, he's not even fazed or freaked out by the fact you guys might be into kinky stuff.]

Edited 2012-10-06 07:12 (UTC)

Maybe we are. You never really can tell, can you?

[Except their relationship doesn't really exist in that manner. Oops.]

Talking about leather straps and handcuffs, some would presume you are.

[Good job Ken, you've got him thinking you're into some really odd things.]

Yeah, well, it's fun to lead people on sometimes. Besides, you're the one that went there first. Maybe he has handcuffs because he's a police officer and I have psychotic fits I need to be restrained for unless I hurt myself or someone else.

[Is that true? Well. Kinda. The psychotic fits part is potentially true.]

Or, the most likely answer, I'm just bullshitting.

Your words ring true, even I enjoy that myself or getting reactions out of them for my amusement. But I admit, I had fun going along with your stories.

[He might even be smiling a bit and laughing.]

That's what I'm here for, flowers and your personal entertainment.

[Grin. Also...he's got a set of keys in his hand now.]

Y'know what, forget it. If I have to sleep on the couch tonight, that's just one of the sacrifices you have to make. You're on.

[Not exactly hard to convince, are you Kenken?]

Then let's head for the local pub, these flowers are for the ladies whom work there.

[This guy was so easy to convince, perhaps he could get some more uses out of him later.]

Right then. Can't say I've been there, so lead on.

[He's locked the register and will get the door behind them. Also good luck convincing him of something he didn't already want to do.]

[Angelo watches Ken then begins walking ahead of him towards the bar, making the sure the other is behind him until they arrive.]

We're here, let's enjoy ourselves tonight.

[Aya's taking out some garbage when he spots Ken sleeping at the counter. Ken had really been working pretty hard at the shop, so it's understandable. He proceeds to empty the garbage outside and returns, going to clean his hands. He goes to the counter, but doesn't bother with trying to wake up the other. That would be unhealthy.]

Ken?

[your Ken is currently out of order, please try your call again later.

At least he's not snoring.]

[It seems that he'll have to take that risk of physically waking Ken. Aya reaches out to place a hand gently onto Ken's shoulder, giving it a light shake.]

Ken. [He says his name a bit more forcefully than before.]

[Ken jerks awake, but just in surprise--no attack. Such little faith you have, Aya.]

Wha? Aya?

...shit.

[Ken rubs his eyes--well that's embarrassing. He fell asleep.]

Are you not getting enough sleep? [He leans against the counter casually.]

[Ken glances over, embarrassed.]

M'fine. Sorry.

[Aya didn't really take that as a good enough reply, so he disappears into the backroom of the shop for a few moments before returning with some green tea. He sets the steaming cup in front of Ken. Without a word. Not the best of signs, but it isn't unusual for Aya to do so.]

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/s-slides in late!! orz

how dare you

MY APOLOGIES! OTL

gosh :|

I'LL DO BETTER! /tracks your game tag

SURE, WHATEVER.

;A;