no luck so what --((Alex))

[MIKHAIL SMITH]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,border-left: #343434 dashed 1px;] YOU'RE JUST TRADING - - - HEARTBEATS, BABY ♥ ♥     It hadn’t been long and already Mikhail was trying to explore his surroundings. Then again he was actually just lost trying to find his ranch and had ended up in town waiting for someone to point him in the right direction. So far he hadn’t had much luck. Then again it probably didn’t help that he couldn’t find anyone to ask. How was he supposed to find his ranch and take care of his poor baby cheep-cheeps that were waiting on him? What if they starved to death without him? What if he starved to death himself on the street? He didn’t have any money on him so he’d have to start begging… The poor blonde hadn’t come to this town to be a beggar though! He wanted to be a rancher with his baby cheep-cheeps and his kitten and someday a cow even! Yeah, a cow! Maybe even one day he would have a fluffy sheep or an alpaca to snuggle… Those were luxury animals though… He’d have to work really hard to get one. With this new resolve he started to walk again, even though he wasn’t sure what direction to go in. All he knew was… Nothing actually except that he was starting to get a bit on the tired side. The afternoon sun made him want to lay down and take a nap but he didn’t even see a bench around where he could do that at. Though, there were plenty of bushes outside of the shops that seemed like they might be somewhat comfortable, or at least the little bit of grass in front of them might be… He leaned over and brushed the grass with his hand, yup, that was some comfy stuff right there… It wasn’t like he couldn’t just take a small cat nap and then try and find the ranch later right? I mean, he did have a good bit of the day left to do it… But the longer he took the longer it would take him to start getting his place comfortable. After all, it was up to him to make sure his animals were cared for and to make sure that. Sighing gently the tall male straightened his back and looked into the window of the shop. Well, more like he pressed his face against the glass and peered inside. It looked like it was a flower shop or something. He loved pretty flowers. Maybe he’d get to grow some on his ranch sometime. After all, he should grow something to sell and flowers were pretty. Lots of people liked them. Never mind the fact that he should probably grow something related to food or anything like that. Nah, he wanted the pretty things instead. WORDS463 TAGS alex COMMENT crummy post, ive got a headache

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[ALEXANDER JAY NIGHT]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width:270px, bTable] Today was proving to be yet another quiet day in the store, not that Alex was about to complain all that much. It was true that he disliked prolonged periods of solitude but when he was with his flowers it was a totally different thing. They were all the company he needed at times because amongst them he didn’t feel in the slightest bit lonely. Alex hummed quietly to himself and his plants as he gently tied seedlings back against thin, bamboo sticks that would aid their growth. Everything he did when he was around his plants was a far cry from how he usually behaved in the presence of others; he was patient, tender and precise in all he did instead of reckless, impulsive and overly-energetic. Getting up from his crouch by a row of the small sprouts that’d germinated not too long ago, Alex’s knees cricked and his calves ached from being in the same position for so long without noticing. He dusted off his hands on his gardening apron, stained with patches of dirt, brushings of pollen and smears of sap and plant juices, and slipped the small ball of twine back into the deep pocket of the protective garment. Turning away from the finished chore, Alex spotted… someone’s face pressing up against the shop window! Hey! Did that person have any idea how fucking annoying it was to get hand prints and oily skin smears off glass?! “Hey!” Alex barked, straightening up properly now and stomping lightly over to the front of his shop. The closer he drew though, it began to dawn on him that he knew the idiot purposely tarnishing his window. Alex rolled his eyes expressively and swung open the door to his store with a merry jingle that absolutely contradicted his wretched mood. It didn’t take a lot to incite such drastic mood changes in him and dirtying his pristine window was a hell of a trigger for it. “Mikhaaaail…” Alex drawled out tiredly, it coming out more of a whine than anything. “Get away from there. You’re mucking it up.” He said, gesturing with a sweeping, shooing motion of his hand for the guy to distance himself a bit. Alex folded his arms and stood with one hip cocked, assuming his sassy “I am not impressed” stance, his lips pouting grouchily and his eyelids closed a little bit more than usual; a gentle glare that wasn’t too menacing, just warning. tagged: mickey words: 0416 notes: le window.

[MIKHAIL SMITH]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,border-left: #343434 dashed 1px;] YOU'RE JUST TRADING - - - HEARTBEATS, BABY ♥ ♥   Mikhail was busy looking at the baby seedies, wondering how long it would be before he actually could afford some of his own. He hadn't come to town with much money and the package that the town had given him had been one centered around animals instead of money or seeds. Maybe some day soon his baby cheep-cheeps would grow up and start laying eggs... Then again they were so cute as babies he didn't really want to see them grow up anytime soon. It was so hard being a rancher. So engrossed in the baby seedies he didn't notice that the door to the shop had opened and that there was a blonde man staring very angrily at him. He did notice however when his name was whined out by a familiar voice and he was being scolded. Mikhail removed his face from the glass and wiped at it with his sleeve a bit. "Sorry Alex, I just wanted to take a look at the seedies. Besides, I didn't get it that dirty. Its barely noticeable." The fellow blonde flashed the shopkeeper a sheepish smile and bit his lip. He didn't mean to cause trouble but it seemed as though trouble followed him wherever he went. "You aren't really mad, are you?" He knew that even if the blonde was mad then he could probably bribe his way out of it by offering to make him some coffee or something to make up for it. His feet shuffled back and forth a little. WORDSidk TAGS alex COMMENT wrote it on my phone...

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[ALEXANDER JAY NIGHT]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width:370px, bTable] you clicked your heels and wished for me

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width:270px, bTable] Ugh. What was Mikhail doing? Alex’s eye did a twitch thing that it does when his eyes find something that gravely displeases; this time being how Mickey was just using his… sleeve to wipe the window. Couldn’t he see that he was making it worse?! Sure he might not see it but Alex being the obsessively clean thing he was could see every faint smudge and unclear imprint left behind. So to him Mik’s “barely noticeable” was a gross understatement. Alex shooed him away again and advanced on the man beside the window, flourishing a cream coloured handkerchief he carried in his apron. “Wrong, wrong, wrong! You’re doing it wrong! Let me show you how to clean.” Alex scoffed, turning his attention to the criminal mark on the glass. With a gentle “hah” sound, he breathed on the window, fogging it up with moist air and began to rub circles into it with the satiny cloth. As for Mik’s question whether he was mad or not… Alex sharply turned his head and fired the same glare from before – the dull yet unnervingly calm one – as his answer. He wasn’t mad, per se, he was just… pissed? Ticked off? Sore over his window? The blonde sighed heavily and abruptly turned back to his polishing. Most would maybe say that he was overreacting but Alex couldn’t help himself If today he had a short fuse. He blamed not getting any action last night on his mood. “It’s fine.” Alex muttered although his own snarling tone of voice contradicted his words – it wasn’t fine. “Anyway,” he said with a slight, sharp bark, “why you even here? Don’t you have a ranch to run?” Not the friendliest thing to say but it was a damn sight better that asking ‘what the fuck are you doing here?’ Ahhh… Alex was in a delicious mood today. tagged: mickey words: 0320 notes: le window.

[MIKHAIL SMITH]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,border-left: #343434 dashed 1px;] YOU'RE JUST TRADING - - - HEARTBEATS, BABY ♥ ♥   At the sound of Alex's voice repeat the word wrong the poor rancher stepped away from the window entirely, his hands up in the air as a sign of defeat. He wasn't going to touch that window at all ever again... Or at least until he forgot what had happened today. Mikhail smiled at the shopkeeper as he furiously started to scrub at the window. He wasn't the best at cleaning and knew better than to question the other blondes judgement on it all. After all, part of his own work was playing in the dirt. Not that he minded it, sure being muddy and dirty meant he had to be more careful in the house but it was all part of a days work. He would definitely have Alex over for coffee one of these days since he'd caused him a bit of distress. Then again he liked inviting people over for no reason at all, preferring company to being alone at any cost. Sure his cat was pretty good company but it wasn't the same as talking to a person. "I came into town to get something and then I got turned around and now I'm lost." He smiled sheepishly at the ground. For a rancher he really had no sense of direction whatsoever. Mik was kind of pathetic. He knew that a smart person would probably start carrying a map or something that showed how to get where in town but Mik knew he'd probably just end up losing it ire something. Or it would end up getting messed up and unreadable. He needed to actually learn the layout of the town. His own ranch was no problem considering that there wasn't really much to get lost on. Though it was nice laying out in the tall grass in the sunshine and taking a nap. You could feel like you were lost in a sea of green that way. No more worries when you're lost in a sea of green... WORDSidk TAGS alex COMMENT wrote it on my phone again...

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[ALEXANDER JAY NIGHT]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width:370px, bTable] you clicked your heels and wished for me

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width:270px, bTable] There. Alex supposed that’d do for now. He stole a short step backwards to admire his handiwork and there was no trace of the offending smear… but he still had the unexplainable urge to attack it with window cleaner; he felt as though it was still dirty. Somehow. Alex forced himself to look elsewhere – towards Mikhail – and stuff the handkerchief back into his apron pocket. It wasn’t dirty, it was clean. Alex just had to shake or at least ignore his obsessive paranoia. “So, you’re lost?” Alex echoed, wiping his hands on the protective garment even if his hands didn’t have a speck of grime of them. “Hm.” He couldn’t exactly chide the guy for losing his bearings; he himself had gotten lost more than once around this town while he figured out the basic layout for the place. It wasn’t too hard to get but he figured that with Mik being new and a bit dim at times he hadn’t sussed it out yet or it was taking a while. “Well. The plaza’s in that direction,” he said, pointing down the street, “and beyond that’s the road out of here and towards the farms.” There. Good deed for the day done. Now he could be a whiny bitch to whoever he pleased for the rest of the day and not feel remorse for it. Not that he was going to, y’know, do that. Maybe snip and snap a couple of times before he went to the tavern later on or until he had something to smile about. He was just feeling a bit sensitive and ratty right now. This was how he got if his body felt as though it needed something physical and intimate. Alex puffed out a faintly exasperated sigh and turned to head back into his store, brushing lightly past Mikhail as he did. “Come in and have a look around since you’re here.” Jay muttered, running a hand through his heavy locks. They effortlessly ran through his fingers like liquid; smooth, glossy and flowing. Definitely the beautiful outcome of such an intense and strict hair regime. He thought it was beautiful anyway. “I’ve just cut a fresh batch of flowers… come see.” And buy them too. The door tinkled as Alex passed through the entrance, welcomed by the familiar scent of flowers and herbs. tagged: mickey words: 0401 notes: le window.

[MIKHAIL SMITH]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,border-left: #343434 dashed 1px;] YOU'RE JUST TRADING - - - HEARTBEATS, BABY ♥   Mikhail really tried to pay attention to the directions that Alex was giving him. Though being the scatterbrain he was in went in one ear and out the other. His thoughts soon turned to wondering if he could get a bunch of butterflies on his farm by planting a ton of flowers. He then wondered if he could become friends with the butterflies and start to learn their secrets... Did butterflies even have secrets? Like where to find the best flower stuff and whatnot? Wait, what part of the flower did butterflies even eat? Did they eat? They were living so he guessed they kind of had to... His brain was wandered far off into the land of "what ifs" and "hows" before he noticed that Alex had stopped scrubbing the window and was sort of trying to talk to him. It was at this point Mik dragged himself out of his daydreams and made an effort to listen. The only first thing he caught was Alex telling him to come inside the shop and see some new flowers that had just come in or something. What he really wanted to do was buy some seeds and stuff but he really didn't have any tools to grow them with. That and he hadn't actually found the tool shop in his searches. Maybe it wasn't open yet or something... He needed to grow pretty things... That and maybe some food or something. Yeah, he probably needed to grow food. He couldn't live off the eggs that his cheep-cheeps produced alone. Once again his mind was off on a ridiculous tangent that had nothing to do with the original content. "Alright, I've been meaning to come around and actually look inside the shop one of these days." He followed the long haired blonde into the shop and inhaled deeply. The sweet smell of flowers and heady herbs made him a little dizzy at first, they overwhelmed him and made him let out a small sneeze. Once he adjusted though he found it a little easier to clear his head. The shop was actually pretty nice inside. Mik noticed that despite it being a flower shop it was ridiculously clean too. "So whatcha got for sale?" WORDS373 TAGS alex COMMENT he's such a scatterbrained derp

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[ALEXANDER JAY NIGHT]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width:270px, bTable] This little shop was like a small haven for Alex; he was surrounded by everything he enjoyed and any petty or grave worry he might have dissolved in the rich aromas that sat heavy in the air. The same went for his previous bad mood which was rapidly fading away just from being around his plants once again. Smiling faintly, he ran his fingertips fondly over a workbench littered with wrapping paper, ribbons and a couple of pairs of scissors yet without a speck of dirt in sight. “Hmmm... right now I have...” Alex turned around and perched himself on the wooden counter, rubbing his chin in thought. “Quite a lot actually.” Believe it or not, Alex had actually been working recently. He'd been pollinating, gathering seeds, planting, growing and harvesting flowers. It was just a shame that business wasn't too lively. Not that he minded all that much. Rather not sell a thing than see flowers go off to homes where they'd be neglected or not appreciated. “I've got... daisy, carnation and pink rose seeds. No lily seeds right now. Then a bunch of seasonal flowers if you want a bouquet or something. Oh, and perfumes. But you'd have to give me some time to whip that up.” Making perfume and perfume oils was actually easier than most would think and, along with flower pressing, it was one of his preferred ways to pass the time. There was just something beautiful about capturing the essence of flowers in a bottle to be enjoyed day after day after day. “For you, though... I'd maybe recommend the seeds. There's another girl that's came in twice now and bought all my stock.” Not that he was about to complain. It meant more money and business for him. Plus there was something about other people growing flowers that gave him the happy fuzzies inside. “Like I said, I got daisy, red carnation and pink rose seeds, right now... if you want casablancas - lilies - you'll have to wait until tomorrow, the seeds aren't ready for harvesting yet.” tagged: mickey words: 0345 notes: le window.

[MIKHAIL SMITH]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,border-left: #343434 dashed 1px;] YOU'RE JUST TRADING - - - HEARTBEATS, BABY ♥   There was something about the shop that just screamed Alex, be it the fact that he looked like he was more comfortable there than anywhere else, except maybe the tavern and that there was just something about the place that had him written all over it. Mikhail knew that the guy hated getting dirty but for his flowers he'd make a slight exception. His mind started to scatter a bit once the blonde man said he had a lot. Mikhail lost track of long lists so he hoped that Alex was a different idea of what was a lot. He didn't really know much about growing plants since his dad had been a vet and his mother a teacher but how hard could it really be? Pour some water on it everyday and make sure it got sunlight and it would sprout and grow right? The names of the flowers didn't really mean much to him, he knew what a rose was but the others sort of just, blurred? Who even knew that there were so many different types? The fact that some of them weren't ready to go yet meant that there were even more he didn't know about. "There sure are a lot of different kinds of flowers..." How was he supposed to know what to buy? Weren't all the flowers essentially the same? Looking around the shop though he knew better. There seemed to be hundreds of different kinds and that was just for the spring season. How was he ever going to keep them all straight? Maybe he should just stick to raising animals and stuff... It seemed like it would probably be a lot easier. Mentally he shook his head, if he was going to be a rancher he needed to do all of it. He couldn't just skip to the easy parts. Since he knew what roses were he should probably get one of those seed packs... But it would be weird just buying one thing in a shop full of stuff. His mind tried to remember the rest of the list Alex had named off and the only other flower that came to mind was the Carnations or whatever. He wondered what they would look like when they grew. "I guess I'll take a pack of the pink roses and a pack of the carnations." He had no clue what he was doing and he really hoped that Alex didn't notice that fact. WORDS410 TAGS alex COMMENT flowahs

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[ALEXANDER JAY NIGHT]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width:370px, bTable] you clicked your heels and wished for me

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width:270px, bTable] Alex really wasn't aware to how his friend was zoning out almost every single time he said more than one sentence. But Alex was pretty much like that. He'd prattle on and on and on regardless if someone were listening to him or not, throwing a tantrum of course once he finally figured out that no attention whatsoever was being paid to him. When Mikhail commented on how there were many different varieties of flowers, Alex just hummed in agreement; there certainly were plenty of different kinds and Alex himself didn't know them all. One of his quirky goals in life was to have a pressed flower of all the kinds he encountered, save for the rarest ones whose flowers couldn't be plucked. “Roses and carnations. Gotcha.” Alex repeated, sliding off his perch on the workbench and landing with a light tap of his shoes on the wooden floor. He was wearing a bright smile as he set off in search of the seed packets, obviously pleased that he'd managed to make a sale. “Anythin' else while you're here?” It was worth a try; impulse buys were a clerk's best friend. As he sifted through the seed packets in a wicker basket near the front of his shop, Alex cast the occasional glance back over at his customer. “What you been up to, Mickey?” He asked, searching for a line of small talk. “How're the... cheep-cheeps? Grown up any yet?” Cheep-cheeps. Alex chuckled to himself and went back to his seed hunt. Why Mikhail had named the chicks such a thing was beyond him, but he had to admit that it was a pretty cute name for them. With a quiet 'aha!', Alex pulled out a packet of pink rose seeds and another of carnations. His smile dying down to something softer and more thoughtful, he mused out loud whilst turning back to the brown-haired man: “Hey, y'know? Ze's favourite flowers are carnations.” tagged: mickey words: 0324 notes: le window.

[MIKHAIL SMITH]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,border-left: #343434 dashed 1px;] YOU'RE JUST TRADING - - - HEARTBEATS, BABY ♥   Mikhail noticed that his friend looked extremely happy that he’d decided to buy something from him. Then again Mikhail knew that he would be happy once he started selling eggs and what-not. He’d be happier once he could start buying more animals too. His goal at the moment was actually a cow. That way he could start getting milk… ”I don’t think I need anything else… I’ll think on it though.” He wasn’t even sure how long these flowers took to grow or even where he should plant them but he would figure that out eventually. Maybe Emi would be able to help him figure something out? He knew he had that space in front of the house that was cleared out. When Alex asked how things had been going the dark haired male rubbed the back of his neck a little sheepishly. How could he explain how things were going? Yeah they weren’t going bad; in fact he was actually really happy. But mentioning Emilio to Alex would be just asking for the blonde to dive into a mass of questions that Mik would end up answering and Emi would end up probably getting upset over. ”Things are going pretty good. Been keeping real busy and stuff. You?” Given the chance to talk about an actual subject rather than just struggling with the general question of how he was doing made him feel a little better. ”Mimi and Pico are doing pretty well. Once they start laying I’mma try and incubate a couple eggs to get some more.” When the conversation suddenly switched to Ze Mikhail was a bit surprised. Sure he was kind of oblivious but he knew there was something going on between the two of them that was waaaaay more complicated than his own situation. ”Really? Hey… You wouldn’t happen to know Emi’s favorite flower would you?” It made sense that Alex might, even if the two of them didn’t always get along there was a chance that the other male had maybe visited Alex’s shop before… WORDS341 TAGSalex COMMENT oh great

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[ALEXANDER JAY NIGHT]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width:370px, bTable] you clicked your heels and wished for me

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width:270px, bTable] “Busy too, I guess.” Alex rolled his shoulders and wandered towards the shop till with an almost carefree gait. “Makes goin' to the tavern feel so much better though...” Being productive throughout the day worked up a thirst that could only be quenched with beer and other such beverages. Plus it felt so good to just unwind after knowing he'd gotten a lot done in the store and whatnot. Maybe he didn't work as hard as some people but Alex still felt as though he deserved his couple of drinks in the bar at the end of the day. Standing by the till, he rang up the two packets of seeds with a merry trill and Alex looked over at Mikhail with a pleased look. “I'll be round to see the chicks when you have some~ And the seeds are... five hundred and fifty 'gee, Mik.” Hmm... Emi's favourite flower. Alex actually had no idea. He wasn't even sure if that guy liked flowers... Alex slouched over his counter and cupped his chin with his hands. “Well... Emi's allergic to life so I'm guessing that the same goes for flowers sadly.” He said with a small frown, pausing to think some more. He let his eyes wander the buckets filled with multicoloured blooms and leaves, his slender eyebrows knitting themselves together slowly. “It's the pollen people are allergic too and while there's no such thing as a hypo-allergenic flower, there's ones which aren't so bad.” The basic rule was the less fragrant the flower, the lesser the probability of setting off someone's allergy. Unless they were extremely sensitive to pollen which, in that case, there wasn't much that could be done. “I could suggest a bunch of things now but I'll go with my favourite choice...” Alex lunged over and plucked a lily from the metal pail closest to him. With a beckoning gesture of his hand, he asked Mik to come closer to watch. From his apron, he pulled out a small pair of scissors and held the dainty flower from the light. “See these anthers? Where all the pollen is? If you wanna make it allergy-free you do this...” His tongue peeking out from between his lips in concentration, Alex brought the scissors towards the thin stalks inside the lily's blossom that were laden with bright pollen on the end. He kept a steady hand as he carefully snipped the anthers off by their base. One by one, they fell onto the counter, sprinkling the wooden surface with tiny dustings of orange pollen. “Now look! This casablanca is now pollen-free! Easy, right? It shouldn't aggravate Emi's allergies now...” Alex outstretched his hand and passed Mik the flower, a gentle smile on his face. “You can have this one on the house. Just make sure you give it him, yes?” tagged: mickey words: 0471 notes: le window.