[ Brakka doesn't know a single thing about flowers. At least the ones sold in "his" shop, anyway. The fact that his other life was centered around them was some kind of irony though, because yeah, this Brakka has spent years of his life worrying about a specific kind of flower, for completely different reasons. He could almost find it funny. Instead what he feels is a jumbled mix of feelings around what he perceives as an obligation to finish a job he started. Even if it wasn't "him". This stupid flower shop is the only reason he willingly visits the OFF world, side effects aside.
The hours he keeps are shorter, because he's not one to stand around and just wait, but there is figuring out how to catalogue merchandise and pretty much everything when it comes to being a shopkeep.
Case in point, the wide array of flowers scattered about the counter, some apparent organization going on. Regardless of who enters, Brakka doesn't look up, but calls out: ]
What do you need? [ That's about as welcoming as he can possibly get. ]
[ rutile is taken aback by a lot of things when he walks in. for one, there's always a sense of something when he walks into a place with a lot of flowers. something calming, and lovely. perhaps that just came with the territory of it being a place where his magic is strongest, even if magic is something he can't quite grasp outside of dodo...
the second thing is the way that voice falls on his ears. where the flowers — and they're so nice here — provide an expected sense of nostalgia... the voice that calls out to him gives him an unexpected one. ]
Brakka...?
[ not mister brakka.
the name is more of a question. brekka's not someone rutile knows, but he's also someone he knows very well. someone who makes a hint of fondness bloom within his chest, where there should just be the excitement of getting to know someone better... ]
[ He picks up his head instantaneously when he hears that voice, betrayed by the familiarity he shouldn't have, in memories he shouldn't have.
Ah.
There's gonna be no going about this in a smooth way, not that Brakka would know how to do that anyway. Briefly he had considered going through the motions, but looking at Rutile...there's no way Brakka has the heart to lie to him, nor the skills. His expression is stern and tone steady. It's best to cut to the chase.]
Yeah. And no you didn't. [ The him Rutile is looking for should have never existed. ]
[ well... this is a harder thing to navigate than he expects, though he shouldn't expect anything. it's the strange in between where he feels wrong ignoring the people that the other rutile found precious, but wrong slotting himself into the place he should've been.
no, he doesn't realize brakka is in the same situation.
still, he smiles and approaches the response — and the person who gave it — earnestly. the foreign memories get a little stronger in his mind as he does, but he does his best to place them gently to the side. ]
Jeez. Don't say that, I really did.
[ he thinks it's those little quips that brakka's prone to saying, and not a commentary on the fake relationship between them. even then, his statement isn't false. he would be here to see brakka regardless, knowing that the one who stood in front of him isn't the one he doesn't not know.
ah, ]
I wanted to...
[ tell you the truth, but those words don't quite make it, and he presses his lips together until another phrase slots into place: ]
... see how you were. Do you need help with what you're working on? The flowers today are lovely!
[ as always, he might've said, but it's not as always to him. ]
The unfortunate part about owning a shop is that he can't just leave to exit the conversation. He's tempted to do so anyway, but despite knowing Rutile for all of 5 seconds (well, the memories in his mind help), he knows that would be futile. ]
If I say no, are you going to stick around anyway?
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The hours he keeps are shorter, because he's not one to stand around and just wait, but there is figuring out how to catalogue merchandise and pretty much everything when it comes to being a shopkeep.
Case in point, the wide array of flowers scattered about the counter, some apparent organization going on. Regardless of who enters, Brakka doesn't look up, but calls out: ]
What do you need? [ That's about as welcoming as he can possibly get. ]
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the second thing is the way that voice falls on his ears. where the flowers — and they're so nice here — provide an expected sense of nostalgia... the voice that calls out to him gives him an unexpected one. ]
Brakka...?
[ not mister brakka.
the name is more of a question. brekka's not someone rutile knows, but he's also someone he knows very well. someone who makes a hint of fondness bloom within his chest, where there should just be the excitement of getting to know someone better... ]
Hello! I came to see you.
[ wow. what a statement.
but it's true. ]
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Ah.
There's gonna be no going about this in a smooth way, not that Brakka would know how to do that anyway. Briefly he had considered going through the motions, but looking at Rutile...there's no way Brakka has the heart to lie to him, nor the skills. His expression is stern and tone steady. It's best to cut to the chase.]
Yeah. And no you didn't. [ The him Rutile is looking for should have never existed. ]
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no, he doesn't realize brakka is in the same situation.
still, he smiles and approaches the response — and the person who gave it — earnestly. the foreign memories get a little stronger in his mind as he does, but he does his best to place them gently to the side. ]
Jeez. Don't say that, I really did.
[ he thinks it's those little quips that brakka's prone to saying, and not a commentary on the fake relationship between them. even then, his statement isn't false. he would be here to see brakka regardless, knowing that the one who stood in front of him isn't the one he doesn't not know.
ah, ]
I wanted to...
[ tell you the truth, but those words don't quite make it, and he presses his lips together until another phrase slots into place: ]
... see how you were. Do you need help with what you're working on? The flowers today are lovely!
[ as always, he might've said, but it's not as always to him. ]
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[ Augh.
The unfortunate part about owning a shop is that he can't just leave to exit the conversation. He's tempted to do so anyway, but despite knowing Rutile for all of 5 seconds (well, the memories in his mind help), he knows that would be futile. ]
If I say no, are you going to stick around anyway?