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[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ he's not sure how, but he's absolutely certain that it's one of those mornings where waking up would be a Bad Idea. even when he's only half-awake, he can feel the dull throb in his head, signaling the presence of a progressively worsening migraine. presses a hand to his forehead gingerly as he peeks open one eye. shuts it immediately when the light amplifies the headache even further. somehow manages to roll over onto his side with a soft groan, expression twisting into one of pain as he patterns out his breathing.

several minutes later, reattempts at opening his eyes. is successful this time, leaving him to blink owlishly at the blurry image of the (foreign-but-not) room laid out before him. jerks bodily when he realizes that this is not his room, but tony's. doesn't quite get to the point of throwing himself off the bed, however, hindered quite successfully by the pounding headache. feels slightly better upon realizing that tony's strangely absent, filling him with a sense of hope that he can get away unscathed. as such, he stubbornly pushes down the memories as he wraps his arms around his head, concentrating on breathing & recovering so that he can escape as soon as possible. ]

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[pokerobo.livejournal.com]

[ widens his eyes a little bit, nodding furiously. ]

「 Arigato. Good! 」

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ puffs out his chest proudly. ]

I learned it on wikipedia.

[pokerobo.livejournal.com]

「 I will help you learn more. 」

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ nods with another smile. ]

I'm counting on you.

[pokerobo.livejournal.com]

[ lifts up his hand to give anthony a thumbs up, quickly scooting back into place and opening his DS again. doesn't look up even when he types: ]

「 Smile. 」

[ --again on the phone, showing it once to anthony before setting it down next to him to get started on his game. ]

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ snorts softly in amusement. gives hiro one more ruffle to the hair before finally trotting to & down the stairs into the main bulk of the store. stops at the base of it to rub his nose again briefly, then goes to take his position. ]

S-Sorry that took so long, boss.

[flowertype.livejournal.com]

[ looks up from sweeping up the last of the mess he made, smiling and shaking his head as he dumps the remaining pieces of what used to be an untouched pot into the small trashcan next to him. ]

It's alright, I don't mind.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

Thank you. [ eyes the damage wearily. ]

. . . You're not hurt?

[flowertype.livejournal.com]

[ looks pleased with himself despite his current predicament. ]

No, I remembered to sweep the sharper pieces this time. N-Now Simon won't be angry with me when I go home!

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

Don't tell him that you dropped it either.

[flowertype.livejournal.com]

[ seems to droop a little at that. ]

Oh... um. R-Right.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ picks up the watering can. ]

But, uh. Otherwise, it's good that you remembered.

[flowertype.livejournal.com]

[ that seems to do the trick, lips twitching into another smile. ]

Thank you.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ nods in the way of a response. jerks his head upward. ]

Pika-- uh, Hiro wanted to stay up there. He brought his DS, so he'll be okay.

[flowertype.livejournal.com]

[ stands, dusting his hands off. picks up the trashcan to put it back in its original place in the shop. ]

That's alright. He's welcome to have anything he'd like in the fridge or cabinets, too.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ shrugs. ]

He had McDonalds before he came.

[flowertype.livejournal.com]

Alright... [ after a moment he glances up towards the upstairs room, worried. ] Um. You can take the rest of the day off, if you'd like.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

No, I should stay.

[ shakes his head. ] But don't worry, boss. He'll be fine.

[flowertype.livejournal.com]

I-If you say so... [ fidgets a bit. ] I don't know much about children, so...

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ puffs up in pride immediately. ]

My little brother is special. He's a very good kid.

1/2

[flowertype.livejournal.com]

[ shakes his head and waves his hands a little. ]

O-Oh, no, I didn't mean that he wasn't-!

[flowertype.livejournal.com]

[ & then looks upward again. ]

I just wanted to make sure that he's safe... since he means a lot to you.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ turns his face away toward the plants when he feels it heat up again. ]

Y-Yeah. . . thank you. But he said we could go back together, so. . . And this shop is safe.

[flowertype.livejournal.com]

[ makes a small mm sound, shifting a bit in place before going back to checking the plants and doing his typical routine when no customers are around. ]

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ also keeps at his routine, watering & peering at the plants in his corner of the shop diligently. cannot, however, seem to help but glance upward once in a while, at the little room situated upstairs. kicks himself into scurrying around the rest of the shop whenever he catches himself do that, helping here & there with everything. but his actions are more nervous -- or excited? -- than usual, a small smile twitching at his lips every once in a while. when they do receive customers, he spares them from his usual dry tone, instead going for a more neutral one.

when his shift finally draws to a close, he hurriedly puts away his tools, re-checks the plants & slip off his apron. hangs it over an arm while turning to glance at oliver. gives him a small salute. ]

I'll see you on the weekend, boss.