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[hoasen]

[It's a nice, quiet day. Or at least it is seemingly so, in a place as volatile as Cerealia. Yet it will be treated so. Another work day, another collection of flowers to sell.

It's different now, though. As Shinjiro has quit his previous job as a janitor and is working in the flower shop. Is it a drastic change? Vietnam thinks not, she finds that Shinjiro can fit in anywhere should he put in some effort. He's just quiet sometimes (most of the time.)

Still, it has been some time and she keeps checking on him to see if he's doing okay. Like right now, making her silent approach as he works--]

Shinjiro, do you need any help?

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[unevoke]

[During hour one, Shinjiro had worked studiously, grateful for the soft light filtering through the windows onto the assorted vased flowers in front of him. Unlike the janitorial job, this one was much more relaxing, much more calming and enjoyable (insofar as repetitive arrangement of flowers could be enjoyable). Somewhere around the two hour mark, his focus had started wandering off, fingers stilling for longer and longer periods in between arrangements, and by hour three he'd deviated completely from his task, mind lost in the past as his fingers wove daisies together bit by bit.

Which is where Vietnam comes in.

He jumps (literally) and spins around, the flower crown dropped and then brusquely pushed off the table, where it flutters through the air for one two three seconds before landing sadly in a heap of white petals and stems.]

Can't you knock on the door or wall or somethin' like normal person?

[Hypocritical words given his own penchant for sneaking up on others, and said in a harsher tone than he really means. (It's a cover-up for the embarrassment slowly creeping up his neck.) ]