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Post by PIOTR CASSELL on Feb 15, 2013 20:29:27 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px;,bTable]The once clear azure sky had hazed over with a thin film of grey, the wisps of clouds only seeming to thicken overhead as their foggy color darkened threateningly. Despite the early morning warmth and sunshine, the air now had a noticeable coolness to it, the shadows cast by the clouds painting the small town as a gentle breeze wove its way along the streets. Still, despite the wonderful weather gone dreary, he was glad to be out. His steps clacked rhythmically against the cobblestone road as his long black coat ruffled under the wind, calm gold eyes set forward placidly as a gentle frown tugged at his lips. It felt quiet. A bit uncomfortably so. The birds were silent and the town seemed void of the happy chatter he had been hoping for. He idly began to wonder if perhaps it would have been better to spend the afternoon in the clinic getting things ready like he was supposed to be doing. Really, he was supposed to open for business a full week ago. Somehow he just couldn't bring himself to take that final step of finishing up work and opening his doors. Brushing the thought off carelessly he instantly decided that the deathly quiet streets of the quaint little village were vastly preferred over the annoying faint lemony scent and stark white of his office walls. And, as if the town felt the need to further remind him just how grand it was to be outside those suffocating walls, the breeze that swirled about him brought a pleasant, all too familiar scent. Peppermint. There wasn't any hesitation in his changing course. Wandering his way to the, what seemed to him, oddly tall flower shop, he slowed as it came into view. The petals littering the ground seemed to dance under the persistent breeze, the fresh, floral scent that seemed to envelop the area lulling him into a state where he felt as if he was going to just fall asleep there slouched against a building. With the scent of oncoming rain growing ever more present in the air he paused a moment to think, pausing in front of the shop to reach out and gingerly touch the leaves of the potted plants. There was still a bit of time before the rain would fall, he was sure. He could take a picture and be off to safety if he were just quick about it. Of course, Piotr was never one to be quick about anything. Reaching languidly into his coat pocket to search out his camera he hummed softly to himself, enjoying what he could swear was the smell of peppermint mixed with the various other flowers. 457 ALEXANDER HIDING FROM WORK AGAIN |
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Post by ALEXANDER JAY NIGHT on Feb 15, 2013 22:57:55 GMT -5
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What was happening with the weather? This morning it'd been deliciously warm! And sunlight had been pouring in through the front window of the shop and giving the place a healthy glow! Alex had been upstairs, in the conservatory, when the weather decided to, y'know, be an unfair idiot. While he'd been pushing seeds into terracotta pots filled with moist, loamy soil, the sun had decided to sneak stealthily behind a blanket of slate clouds which seemed to only grow in thickness as the morning dragged on. Alex didn't exactly like cloudy weather... it made everything seem slightly grey-washed and colours that were usually bold and vibrant lost some of their luster and appeared almost dulled. In short, it painted everything with a thin coat of something miserable for him.
Alex blamed this increasingly dismal weather on why he hadn't had his first customer yet. The other reason could well be that he hadn't exactly advertised the opening of his shop but... whatever. It wasn't that. Alex was convinced that it was the clouds. Stupid clouds. He'd shake his fist at them if it did any good. Glaring out at the large paned window that covered a vast area of the wall giving onto the alley outside, Alex leaned against the wooden counter positioned towards the back of the shop. Tricks of the trade. Big window to take advantage of natural light and the counter at the back so to force possible customers to walk all the way through and, possibly, be tempted by all the other products they'd have to pass by. But right now... god. What light? What customers?
Grumbling something about rain and "making the most of it", Alex pushed himself off the counter. His long, jade coat with golden details which he could often be spotted dressed in was nowhere to be seen. He wore a plain back waistcoat and a ruffled blouse - sleeves rolled up - tucked into a pair of skin-tight beige trousers that disappeared into his high boots. Wasn't anything like your usual uniform but pretty rags like these were the only clothes Alex could say he honestly felt comfortable in. He'd ditched his white gloves for something more... appropriate for working in though and instead wore a pair of tougher tan coloured ones which were better suited for gardening. His hair, like always, was in a thick, blond braid; the tip just tickling the backs of his knees whenever he moved.
Since it looked like it was going to rain, it'd be a good idea to get a few extra pots and pails of plants outside. It was a bit awkward moving them seeing as they weren't exactly light but Alex could manage. Most people would probably consider it silly but... he preferred his plants getting rain rather then being watered; it seemed more natural for them. Plodding heavily outside and puffing a bit, the blonde carried out a gaudily painted pot with growing carnations inside it and set it down on his bit of the pavement with a loud "oof!". Gosh. He was going to do his back in before he was thirty if he wasn't careful. Alex stretched up slowly to his full height and rubbed soothing circles into his lower back. One down... only around half a dozen more to go.
With a little moan of complaint at the sheer amount of lifting he had yet to do, Alex turned on his heel to go fetch the next stupid pot of flowers, plants or whatever needed water... and stopped in his tracks. There was a man there! Tall, dark and handsome; just one of the many types of men which, y'know, Alex just so happened to like. He liked a lot of types, so what? But this man's attractive appearance wasn't the only thing that had a smile creeping its way into Alex's lips... this man was a potential customer! Ooh! A customer!
"Hello, you beautiful thing you!" Alex chimed out of the blue, his smile not falling from his face for a single moment. "Rather bleak day, no? Maybe I have something inside that could cheer it up for you!" And, sans invitation, he hooked his hand onto the fine-looking stranger's arm and, like, promptly guided him towards the door. Well. "Guided" was an understatement. What Alex was doing was probably better described as trying to drag the innocent thing inside before he had the chance to protest. What? If the customers don't come to you, you make them come. And, oh em gee, this customer was a looker. Wow, his eyes; the colour was almost catlike.
"Days like these seem so drab, don't you think? Yes, I think so too. But a flower or two or three or four or five can change that in an instant! You'll see!" Alex continued to bubble out, glancing around his store for something to entice the guy with. "What flowers do you like? Personally. I love orchids. They're my favourite... but I can never decide between the vanilla flower and the moth orchid. Hmmm... you look like the type that would appreciate the beauty of a lavender moth orchid." Rambling, rambling, rambling. Alex wasn't letting this one get away. Thankfully, he'd released his vice-like grip on his arm and was now peering high and low, on tiptoes and and then crouching. He could've sworn he'd had a healthy orchid flower around here somewhere... because this man wasn't leaving without buying it, dammit. Or something at least. Your first customer had to purchase something, in Alex's eyes, if not it was a bad omen. Even if you did drag them in from the street.
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Post by PIOTR CASSELL on Feb 16, 2013 14:02:57 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px;,bTable]The soft creak of the door on its hinges and the image of the shop's door opening from the corner of his eye hardly distracted him from his task. As the blond-headed shop owner unwittingly passed him by he fished out his camera and held it to his eye, narrowing his gaze with lips pressed a thoughtful, all-too focused grim line. As healthy and colorful as the young flowers looked, the poor weather seemed to have washed them of their vibrance. Or, so he assumed. It was hard to say seeing as how he'd never noticed the flowers, or even the shop before. As he pulled the camera away from his face to better inspect the unfamiliar flower shop he heard a quiet grunt nearby. Curious, he tilted his head slightly to watch the long-haired stranger, quiet. Glancing from the massive, rather ridiculously painted pot of unusual, puffy looking flowers to the man again, a single, dark brow arched over his gaze questioningly. He was doing work for the shop, no doubt. That or the salesman was amazing enough to convince him not only to buy a sturdy set of gloves, but an entire goofy pot full of flowers to lug all the way home. And without any help, at that. Did he want to offer his help? He thought a moment, considering it. With a blank expression he simply stared quietly at the man still seemingly too caught up in his flowers to notice he'd been standing there. Though he mulled over the idea for what felt like a while in his mind, he'd made his decision in a split second. The weather was too dull to do anything like that. No, he didn't feel like being the good Samaritan today. Turning his attention back to the flowers his camera was tucked back away safely. He'd just come back tomorrow, providing the weather was good enough. It wasn't like he needed to work anyway. Decidedly ignoring the wimpy little moan of the man he'd previously been so blatantly staring at he was just beginning to turn to leave as a cheery voice called out to him. Though, he really had to wonder if it was him they were addressing. "Beautiful" wasn't a term often used to describe him. In his mind it was typically reserved for women. Still, too curious for his own good, he turned his head back to watch the man with the tired indifference that just came naturally with this weather. He wanted to go hide in the cafe with some hot coffee, grab his umbrella, and carry on with his window shopping when he could get his mood back up again. Still, seeing that the man was indeed referring to him, he allowed for a gentle smile. "Hm?"The stranger was already closing in on him, and, despite that friendly smile, he couldn't help but view the man as a predator closing in on its unwitting, innocent prey. And, like the unwitting, innocent prey he was, he soon found himself in the monster's deathgrip, his arm latched onto with such ferocity he wondered if the man would tear it off if he tried to get away. In the friendliest manner possible, of course. He allowed himself to be guided along rather easily, following after the man at the predetermined pace with a low, curious hum. At least in being inside he could avoid the rain. But really, how much was there to look at in a little flower shop? Bright yellow eyes remained settled on the energetic young man as he finally released him, his smile becoming more lop-sided as he tried to figure whether he appreciated his new found freedom or missed the lockjaw grip on his sleeve. His smile straightened though as he questioned him yet again about the weather, the corners of his lips quirking just the slightest bit higher as he agreed with the answer he decided Piotr would have. Whoever this salesman was, he seemed incredibly excitable. Whether he was so passionate about making a few coins or showing off his flowers, he wasn't too sure at this point. Not that it mattered, he supposed. Either way, he was looking to sell more than one item. That much was clear. A thoughtful hand rose to rub at his chin as he considered the man's third question of his ramble. He'd never stopped to think about what type of flower was his "favorite." Honestly, he didn't believe he really had one. He couldn't be bothered to remember the names of any of them, even when he did prefer some over others. His answer, yet again, didn't seem to matter though. His gaze, still fixated on the man, followed along as he sought out his seemingly precious wares, going on about...? Orchids, he believed. He forgot to pay attention. Knowing full well now could be the only chance to make his escape he bravely stepped forward, moving up to stand in front of the counter and rest his hands on his surface. It was too much fun watching this bubbly little man to just disappear now. "Mm. I'm sure I would..." he drawled out, not quite sure what a "lavender moth orchid" would look like. Or why you would name a flower after a fat, dusty butterfly, for that matter. His eyes had slowly drifted away to wander the shop. It wasn't so bad in there, it seemed. The air was thick and sweet, and the little light that filtered in from outside was admittedly soothing. Where was he, again? "Did you just open?" He leaned to prop his elbow on the counter, resting his cheek in his palm as his eyes continued to travel along the shelves. It really did seem strange to him he didn't recognize the place. He thought he'd been all up and down these streets by now. This being a new shop would certainly explain that. That and why its sales clerk was so... giddy. 998 ALEXANDER ... |
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Post by ALEXANDER JAY NIGHT on Feb 17, 2013 13:53:44 GMT -5
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That’s where the orchid was hiding! Sat snugly between two terracotta pots of growing carnations was the mauve flower, soaking what little sun she could that filtered through the window. Alex flicked away his flaxen locks that dangled tiresomely over his eyes for the billionth time today and crouched down to pick the orchid up, his knees cricking their audible complaints. Taking great care, he scooped up the small, white pot with his skeleton fingers and watched - emerald eyes wide and alert - as the delicate stem wobbled and swayed on being moved. Orchids were such fragile things, but they made up for it with their incredible beauty. Their blossoms were colourful and complex yet dainty and elegant; a lovely balance which Alex admired greatly. Now that he’d found the violet flower, was he even sure he wanted to sell it now? It was the only one he had… and Alex didn’t know this man at all, would he even care for it properly? It’d be an absolute shame to sell him such a gorgeous item for it to be possibly neglected and then die. Hm. Maybe he could sell him something else.
Alex’s head snapped up when he heard the stranger’s cool voice. Asdfghjklñ. Indifference suited this guy a lot; he looked so attractive so effortlessly relaxed leaning like that against the pine countertop. Nodding a hasty reply, Alex stole one last glimpse of his stolen but fine-looking customer before letting his bottle green eyes travel back to the plant he cradled gently in his hands. “Is it that easy to tell? Because yes… I’ve just opened,” Alex answered with a small smile twisting his lips. “And what if I told you that you’re my first customer?” He closed the distance between them both and, carefully, set the varnished, ceramic pot on the counter. Alex tugged off his slightly weathered gloves and threw them into a small box filled with various gardening utensils he used around the shop floor. Ahh. That felt better. He could never get used to wearing gloves that were so thick that his sense of touch was rendered inexistent. Alex liked to feel things with, y’know, his hands. As creepy as it sounded and as easy as it would be to find inappropriate connotations in that comment.
“This,” Alex gestured at the flower, “is a moth orchid.” After running the soft pad of his thumb over one of its lush, green leaves, he nudged the pot away and looked back up at the charcoal-haired man with an apologetic frown. “And it’s not for sale. Sorry. I, uh, forgot to, y’know, remember that I wasn’t going to, like, sell it because… I, uh, anyway! I have more things!” Stretching and leaning his upper body over the front of the desk, Alex reached for a blossom at random from a pail filled with a couple of inches of water at the bottom. It was a lovely, little carnation that he’d retreived; a bright scarlet in colour and very pretty. The blonde pressed it to his nose, inhaling quietly its subtle and sweet scent. “You know? Carnations are the birth flower of those born in January… and red ones, like this one, symbolize love or admiration. Though my favourite are the purple ones,” he sighed, looking down at the floweret, “which mean capriciousness.” With a light chuckle, he patted the customer’s cheek with the crimson blossom. “And you can have this one… if you tell me your name.”
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Post by PIOTR CASSELL on Feb 17, 2013 20:58:00 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px;,bTable]As lazily as his gaze drifted over the shelves, he was indeed looking for something. The source of that minty scent that had originally drawn him here. Oddly enough, he couldn't seem to smell it at all anymore, making him wonder if it was a joint effort between his mind and the lively little flowers to play a trick on him. He was slowly pulled from his thoughts by movement from the corner of his eye, attention slowly wandering back over to Alex as his golden locks bobbed in his hasty nod. Piotr's focus had already shifted back to the flowers as the man snuck another look at him, though he was still listening closely. He didn't bother answering the shop owner's question, though he could hear the smile settling on his lips just from the tone of his voice. With a self-satisfied smile of his own, he continued to allow his eyes to wander the shop, waiting to be introduced to the delicate plant. As it was revealed he was the first customer he couldn't help but smile a bit more broadly. The sound of the man moving forward to lessen the distance between them caused Piotr to turn his attention back to him, his smile, though more gentle, still in place. The first customer? Somehow he found that funny. "Oh, am I?" he asked quietly, more speaking to himself than Alex. He chose to ignore the flower at first, simply watching the stranger, looking rather amused. No wonder he was so excited about getting some flowers out the door. While he didn't exactly count as a customer, yet, he could admire the man's determination to see his shop off to a good start. Flowers weren't something he'd typically spend any money on, but it wouldn't hurt to help the man out. He could probably use a bit of cheering up himself with the grey weather outside. As his attention was directed to the oddly named flower set on the counter his gaze dropped to examine it. It looked to be a fragile thing, thin stemmed and a bit top-heavy. If that was a term even used for flowers. It made him wonder how the poor thing could manage to keep from just flopping over. Possibly the lightness of the petals? he mused, losing himself in his thoughts already. As he was told he wouldn't be allowed to buy it however, his smile only grew. He shook his head gently, messy black curls shifting over his eyes a bit. Piotr hadn't had his heart set on any particular flower here, it hardly bothered him the plant wasn't for sale. He had to wonder though if the man would be able to bring himself to part with any of his flowers. His eyes followed as he strained to reach for a flower rather similar to the puffy looking things he'd seen him lugging outside earlier, tracing back with him as Alex moved to straighten a bit and test its scent. He listened with mild interest as he was informed about the flower, its association to some birth month he'd already forgotten and its color symbolizing what he assumed all flowers symbolized. With the exception of the purple carnation, apparently. Perhaps there was a flower for every meaning a man could dream up. He admittedly wasn't expecting to be tapped on the cheek with the gentle petals of the flower. Of course, you'd never know it from his calm expression. "I suppose if I'm to be your first customer, I should tell you." His smile strengthened just the slightest bit, free hand reaching across the counter and waiting to shake with the stranger's. "Piotr. I'll be running the clinic nearby." He chuckled softly. "You're welcome to come in any time for those joints." The way his knees sounded when he'd crouched down had hardly escaped his notice. 646 ALEXANDER ... |
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Post by ALEXANDER JAY NIGHT on Feb 18, 2013 18:40:10 GMT -5
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Piotr. That was a… different kind of name without a doubt; it definitely wasn’t like any other kind of name he’d heard before. “Piotr.” Alex tried for himself, looking down at the hand that’d been outstretched for him to shake. Was this guy perhaps maybe a foreigner? Because his name had a touch of something exotic to it. But, whatever, when the man – Piotr – mentioned that he worked at the clinic, god, his questions over the possible origin of his name were completely eclipsed and forgotten. He ran the clinic? That meant… doctor. Doctor Piotr. That sounded so, asdfghjklñ, sexy nice.
“My… joints?” Alex echoed, momentarily lost in their conversation having been clearly distracted by the fact that the handsome man was, well, the doctor. Seriously. Was this some sort of joke? Good-looking, young doctors only happened in, like, smut afternoon soap operas. Oh, his hand! He was forgetting to shake it! Alex’s emerald eyes flickered for a second and he quickly recovered from his prolonged absent-minded moment. “Alexander Jay.” He chirruped, sliding his fingers into Piotr’s hand and pumping it animatedly. “My knees though? They’re a bit crickety but other than that they’re—” Wait. Going to the clinic meant doctor’s appointment. And appointment meant seeing Piotr in the clinic. And just yes. “Hmm. But I think I’ll be able to swing by sometime. Only if you’re the one checking me out though… and no sticking any needles in me, yes?” Help. Innuendo. Alex wasn’t sure how deeply buried the improper connotations were but… he knew they were there. And he couldn’t help but chuckle lightly at it as he withdrew his hand. Needles were just… heavily sexual when you thought about it. Somehow. But they were.
Slightly flushed in the face, Alex looked down at the carnation which he held, pinched, between his thumb and index finger daintily. He’d gotten Piotr’s name. So Piotr got the flower. His lips quirking into a softly lop-sided smirk, the blonde brushed his own cheek with the puffy blossom’s elegant yet fine petals before placing it on the polished counter before the doctor. Now. Back to business. And possibly wheedling what information he could get out of Piotr about himself. Hmm… but how to subtly go about it? Alex drummed his fingers on the work bench and register desk with a melodic thrum of his nails on the wood as he thought silently. Piotr wasn’t married – at least Alex didn’t think so seeing as there was no ring on his finger – but that didn’t exempt him from having some sort of partner. He was young, beautiful and most definitely smart if he had a job in the medical field. He was the type that got snapped up quick.
“Hm… ” Alex began, pushing himself off where he leaned and stalking over to where he had some freshly snipped flowers sat in a metal bucket with water. “Y’know, I can do you a good deal on bouquets for, perhaps, a special certain someone in your life?” Sea green eyes wandered curiously over to where Piotr stood, tracing his form and drinking in every attractive detail that he could see. Mm-mhm. Alex definitely wouldn’t be surprised if he was already called for. He looked as though he was nimbly shaped yet there was still enough sinew on him to fill his clothes nicely and although he rested leisurely against the counter, his slouch didn’t look ugly or gauche. It suited him, strangely enough.
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Post by PIOTR CASSELL on Feb 19, 2013 18:31:35 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px;,bTable]It really seemed as if he'd lost the poor shop owner, he stood there absolutely lost, his eyes having wandered to stare in what he assumed was wonder at his hand, his tone oddly distant and thoughtful as he tried the name for himself. He gave a slow nod of confirmation as his name was repeated back to him, rather pleased to hear that someone could pronounce it without butchering it. It seemed there'd be no need to tell him of his begrudgingly used nickname. Alex, now obviously caught up in some strange whirlwind of thoughts, had magically transformed into a parrot. Not only could he repeat names, he'd graduated to repeating other words as well. "Mm." With a light grunt signalling he'd heard him right, he gave another slight nod of his head, eyes locked on the curious man standing just across from him. At this point he wasn't entirely sure what had caused his thoughts to wander so far, but he did little to help reign them back in. Watching Alex stand there in a daze was much more entertaining. Catching a faint glimmer in the man's emerald colored eyes, it seemed his mind had finally found its way back to him. Piotr's faint smile grew warmer as the other man gathered his thoughts enough to finally introduce himself, getting an almost surprisingly energetic handshake from him. Piotr had made sure to get a firm but gentle grip on Alex's slender hand, as one thing he did put a bit of effort to was first impressions. Especially when his business was being brought up. The way he cut off in explaining that his joints weren't giving him much trouble had Piotr quirking a brow at him, his smile fading slightly. His expression resigned to one of slight confusion as he went on to say he'd stop by the clinic anyway. What reason was there to make an appointment when there wasn't anything wrong? While there was nothing wrong with the occasional check up, it seemed like a waste of time and money to him. The blond's flirting sailed right over his head as he continued to stare on calmly, listening. "There's no one else working at the clinic, currently. I'm afraid I'm the only one who would be able to see you," he replied easily, giving a light shrug of his shoulders. "I'll try and remember to avoid using needles, if they're a problem for you." Innuendo? What innuendo? Piotr was quite serious about his work, if, somewhat nonchalant. His tone remained calm and smooth, no hints of flirting or suggestion from his side. The heat rising in Alex's cheeks was all too obvious. The way his pale skin gave way to a pink flush gave Piotr some idea of just what type of thoughts could be swimming around in his head. Was he embarrassed perhaps? He wanted to test that. Mulling over the idea of teasing the poor man, he stood quietly as Alex brushed the petals of the flower over his own cheek this time, his expression remaining fixed to give the impression he didn't think anything of it. He smiled however as the flower was set down for him, taking it gingerly in his hand. "Thank you."Even with the flower in hand, it seemed his eyes weren't going to be leaving Alexander. Gently toying with it, letting it bob from one side to the other, his eyes followed the other man's movements carefully. A bit too carefully. He was trying to make it obvious he was watching him by this point, if only to ruffle his feathers a bit. His gaze wasn't warm or sweet, or even particularly interested. Just locked blankly on the blushing man trying to do his work. So what would be the best way of getting to this one without giving the impression he was looking for a date? He'd have hummed to himself in thought, but he didn't want the low rumble to come off as an attempt to turn the guy on. He caught onto the "special certain someone" question right away. Looking to the flower being held so carefully in his hand, he began to examine its petals with feigned interest. He'd caught Alex's eyes turning toward him, choosing to ignore the feeling that the man's gaze might be roving over him. "Not today," Piotr answered simply. He wasn't going to be giving away any details of his personal life if he could avoid it. And, with the question worded like that, it was rather easy for him to skirt around. "What would you suggest to liven up a boring doctor's office?" The room was completely empty with the exception of filing cabinets, a bookshelf, a desk, and a couple chairs. The boring grey walls were already making him weary, and the plain wood furniture only helped to scream "dull." He wasn't the best at taking care of plants as it was always hard to remember to water them. Or more, it was difficult to want to water them. Perhaps in this case he could be more inspired to take care of them if it meant being able to keep sane in his little work box. "Something easy to care for," he tacked on as an afterthought, not wanting to have to put much effort into the thing. 891 ALEXANDER ... |
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Post by ALEXANDER JAY NIGHT on Feb 20, 2013 9:18:11 GMT -5
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It hadn’t taken long for Alex to notice that a pair of golden eyes was fixed on him while he raked through his stock for possible items that could interest Piotr. He was aware of his charming customer, even as he carefully nudged through a bunch of cheery marguerites. And empty gaze or not, Alex still subtly preened under it. He tucked the shorter, lightly kinked curls that’d escaped his plait behind his ears so to, y’know, leave his pretty face open and exposed. If Piotr was looking, why not give him something to look at instead of a mass of slightly unkempt golden locks?
But sigh. The answer that Piotr had given him wasn’t the one Alex had been hoping for. It still left his availability rather ambiguous. As much as it could mean he was single, it could also mean that he did possibly have someone and he just didn’t fancy buying them anything. It was worth the try, he supposed. Alex seized a sideward glance at Piotr and held it for a moment, studying him. To be honest, Alex wouldn’t even be surprised if he was actually tied to someone. But, as insensible as it could sound given that Alex wasn’t even sure he was untaken, he was going to go by the premise that he was, y’know, single. He’d eventually have to find out if the guy was untaken, spoken for or a possible asshole, right?
“Hmm… there’s a lot of things I could suggest to liven up a ‘boring doctor’s office’,” Alex said with a light sigh whilst giving those poor marguerites a smirk that teetered close to being suggestive. “But you mean flowers so… how about some oxalis triangularis? Commonly called Purple Shamrock or Love Plant; it’s edible and doesn’t poison. Orrrrr… if you want to go for really low maintenance…” The young man trailed off as he straightened up, his eyes scanning the shop floor in a way that implied that he was looking for something. He honestly had no idea why he even bothered organizing everything… it all just seemed so much harder to locate and find afterwards! He was neat by nature but his mess was tidy-mess, if that made any sense. Alex just had the tendency to put things wherever the heck he wanted to and he had the knack for remembering where every single thing was after.
Ah! By the window! He thought he’d remembered seeing them today and he had when he’d gone to fetch the orchid. And, gosh, just as well he’d decided against selling the fragile flower to Piotr… “something easy to care for” is universal synonym in the gardening world for “I kill my plants easily”. Poor, little moth orchid might not have survived to see the weekend if he’d gone home with the doctor. “I hope you’re not as lax with patient care, Piotr.” Alex chuckled softly as he pulled out a tray of small cacti and succulents. “How about a little dish garden? These only need watering, like, once a week. If that.” Hopefully Piotr wasn’t the type that could kill a cactus within a fortnight because, yeah, that would be rather disappointing for the florist.
“You can mix and match different plants, put little rocks, sand, pebbles and decorations in it, not water daily and some will still give you flowers. How about it?” He set the plastic tray on the counter, taking care not to let a cactus spine have the chance to embed itself in an unsuspecting finger. He knew from firsthand experience just how irritating and sore their bristles could get, especially the small, thin ones which are practically invisible unless you looked closely. Hair removal wax worked a dream for them though, Alex had found out. But, fuck, when they got under your actual nail… Alex closed his eyes for a moment at the unpleasant memory. “I think it goes without saying that you shouldn’t, like, touch the cacti.” He gave Piotr a serious look, probably the most serious look he’d given the man during the whole time he’d been here. But, as soon as that glimmer of solemnity had come, it went again and was replaced with a bright smile and Alex propping his chin up with the palms of his hands, resting his elbows on the work top. “That’s it for flower suggestions, really. But I have other ones too for that boring office~.”
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Post by PIOTR CASSELL on Feb 20, 2013 18:51:55 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px;,bTable]His bored stare was rewarded with a gesture that suggested Alex encouraged his attention. It wasn't exactly the reaction he had hoped for, but he supposed he should have expected it. Studying quietly the way he gingerly tucked his loose, messy curls behind his ear, he thought it was at least an amusing way to respond, perhaps even a bit flattering. The young man seemed terribly determined to be looked at in a very specific light. He'd probably have been successful if Piotr didn't find the attempt so funny. Still, rather than hint whether he was enjoying the "improved" view or not, he allowed effortlessly for his expression to remain unchanging. That didn't prevent him, however, from going along with it to a degree in allowing himself to examine the soft lines of the other man's face, inspecting him with a more calculatory, all-business, doctor's glance. He always had such a hell of a time with names, he wasn't going to let this one slip. Alexander, wasn't it? For this one, he'd make it a point to remember. Though, on second thought, pretending to forget might be fun. He was a bit curious of that sidelong glance, it seemed to linger a bit longer than expected. Alex's eyes seemed more thoughtful than flirtatious, however, leaving Piotr just a bit confused. For a man whose thoughts and mouth seemed to run off without him, he was doing a good job of keeping certain thoughts to himself. Or so Piotr suspected. Perhaps though the man was just thinking some clever tactic to get him to divulge information, or gathering the courage to push his flirting a bit farther. His eyes slipped to the man's chest as it swelled with air, wandering back up to his face as it was released in a gentle sounding sigh. Not only were his words hinting rather strongly where he was wanting to drag Piotr's thoughts, but the smirk crooking his lips made it near unmistakable what "livening up" meant to him. As bold as he was being, Piotr was half tempted to play along. But only half. With a dull, blank look Piotr stared on as if the suggestive comment had gone right over his head, refusing the man any sort of response. Alex just seemed to go on though, easing right out of his flirting to go on talking about his flowers. The red carnation in Piotr's hand stilled as he glanced down to it, breaking his stare to allow Alex to find what he was looking for without his gaze following his every move. He smiled slightly at Alexander's comment about his patient care, brows furrowing over his gaze in a mockingly guilty manner. "I'm not quite sure what you mean," he replied with a rather uncertain tone, deciding to play dumb this time. As the miniature garden was set in front of him he pushed from the counter to stand straight. Looking to the little tray of plants and stones he shifted the flower in his grip, not sure what to think of... cacti in his office. What if he accidentally fell asleep on it drunk? He was sure he'd regret that night of careless behavior. It seemed even Alex was wary of the vicious plant, being rather cautious in moving it and letting it set on the counter. As much as he wanted to buy it just to go along with the first suggestion, he was a bit... uncomfortable with the idea. Catching the way Alex's expression changed the slightest bit when he closed his eyes, he could guess the man had some bad experiences with cacti before. He'd have to find a way out of this. Still, if watering once a week was supposed to be easy, he wasn't sure what else he could do. Alex's serious expression was met with a naive, innocent look. It was confirmed, the man had had trouble with cacti before. He studied Alex once more as he leaned on the counter, the man once again slipped effortlessly into flirting with him. But... Being told not to touch the little cactus though had given him the... undeniable urge to just... reach out and see just how sharp those needles were. His gaze dragged down slowly to stare at the cactus a while in silence, his hand reaching to press a rebellious finger to a needle, certain that it would give him some sort of cheap thrill to go against the gardener's advice. Pressing his finger to the spine of the dangerous plant gently, he pushed until it gave enough sting that he instinctively snapped his hand back. Luckily his body had saved him from actually piercing his skin and drawing blood, still, somehow his finger stung terribly. His expression, still placid, didn't show a hint of pain as he slipped the finger into his mouth, dragging his teeth over the stinging skin as if that would somehow help. Instead of make clear whether he'd buy the little garden or not though he looked to the blond with a look of confusion and curiosity, allowing for a bit of interest to shine through. He could have shot down his chance to make other "suggestions" easily. He wanted to see though, exactly how shameless was this man? "I'll listen."881 ALEXANDER ... |
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Post by ALEXANDER JAY NIGHT on Feb 23, 2013 3:19:29 GMT -5
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Okay just… what? At first, Alex had thought that Piotr’s impassive stare at the dish garden had been an inspecting one, albeit not in the way he’d honestly imagined. He’d assumed that the guy was, y’know, checking the nice, little garden out from a buyer’s perspective. Alex watched, quiet, as Piotr’s hand moved impulsively towards the arrangement of cacti and succulents. Seeing him press the pad of his finger on the tip of a needlelike bristle, his bottle green eyes flickered up to curiously scan the man’s composed face; what on earth was he doing? If Alex said “don’t touch” there was a reason why he said it! What was the point of defiantly choosing to ignore darn good advice and do it anyway? It was only common logic that cacti were prickly and that their barbs and thorns were stinging for unprotected skin.
Piotr’s swift movement to steal back his hand hinted at that, yeah, the spine was sharp. A slimly shaped eyebrow twitched upwards questioningly; what had he honestly expected to happen? If it weren’t considered rude to do so, Alex would’ve unashamedly rolled his eyes at his unexpected behavior and muttered a ‘warned you”. So instead, he was still focused on Piotr’s handsome face which, despite touching a cactus, wore the same unfaltering vacant expression from before. Gosh. Apart from the slight smiles he’d gotten and faint chuckles, Alex hadn’t really seen much more emotion in the guy. A bit weird now that he thought about it… maybe he was just a reserved person or something?
Well, whatever it was, it didn’t really matter. Alex’s trail of thought dissipated with a surprisingly common ease because… asdfghjklñ, what was Piotr doing? Intentional or not, fingers in mouths were, like, the epitome of suggestiveness. Alex had to forcibly tear his otherwise motionless eyes away from what he found to be an indecent sight but in the good way. He had to before, like, Piotr noticed him openly staring at how his finger was coated in a thin, shiny film when it slid from his mouth or how his teeth sunk gently into his skin or how his lips were softly puckered around the finger or just… nngh. Not fair. Such a simple thing was making the small shop feel a couple of degrees warmer for the blonde man and it showed with a light dusting of rose tinting his cheeks; he didn’t mean to be so receptive to silly lures like this but, y’know, hot guys like Piotr made that one happen as easily as pie.
So, naturally, when the doctor chose to go along and actually listen to whatever salacious suggestions Alex could come up with as a cure for boredom, the man didn’t think for one moment to hold back. He really didn’t need much encouragement, not with how Piotr was maybe unconsciously acting. “Hmm… well. I’ve got a proposition or two.” Alex murmured, his voice now lower and not so airy as before. The cheeriness was still there though, glimmering in his sea green eyes with something perhaps not so innocent. Tucking away the numerous strands of blonde that persistently tried to curtain his face, Alex reached out for Piotr’s hand – the one that had been pressed against a cactus spine – with his free one and brought it close to his eyes, inspecting it.
“Silly… I told you not to touch.” He chided in a mutter, bringing the spiked finger close to his eyes to see the small, red dot. He couldn’t see any fine bristles in it and he certainly hoped there was none because… Alex pressed his lips against his fingertip. Feeling the slight moist of where it’d been in Piotr’s mouth shouldn’t be as hot as he was finding it but, yeah, he couldn’t help it. Alex was always all over the tiny details. It was just a small kiss, a peck if you will, on the end of the finger but the look that Alex was giving Piotr was definitely hinting at something else. The contact didn’t linger for long though. With a barely audible kissing ‘pop’, Alex pulled away with a playfully coy smile. “I think you can use your imagination as to what my suggestions to perk up your office are.” And if he couldn't use his imagination... boring.
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