Issue With Flowers [Gay Mermaid]

Andrew ran down through the streets of Little Tokyo, singing his lungs out as per usual. Of course, he got the ocassional look here and there, but 99% of the time people around him attributed it to him being just a kid. Even if they were made uncomfrotable, Andrew didn't really care. He was having fun! Anyone who wanted to stop his fun could stuff it!


Eventually, Andrew ran past a building that caught his eye. His feet skid on the ground like the brakes of a car, and he slowly turned to look at the window pane that had caught his attention. It was a bakery! Oh god, the food inside looked soooo good! He took a look at the allowance he'd stuffed in his pocket; it was just about enough to buy something!

Without further hesitation, Andrew opened the door to the bakery and looked around. After resting his eyes on a particularly heavenly looking cinnamon roll, he grabbed it and put it on the counter. "'Scuse me! I'd like t'buy this, please!"

“Huh?” Andrew would tilt his head before taking a look at the cookies that the bakery offered. They did look really good, but… Andrew didn’t have enough money to buy the cinnamon roll as well as a cookie. He briefly considered stealing it, but… dad would get so mad at him if he found out. That, and… the kid that ran this shop seemed so nice! It wouldn’t be fair to just take it from him after he spent hard work on making it, would it? “O-oh, ‘m sorry, I don’t hav ‘nuff money t’buy it. It does look tasty, though!” He'd understand, right? Though... now that Andrew realized, the store had a lot of treats left. Like, a lot. Had sales not been going well lately? Was that why the kid wanted him to buy a cookie as well? Oh no, now he felt really bad!

Andrew simply looked at the other child and nodded. After he told him how much the cinnamon roll was worth, Andrew pulled out spare change from his shorts’ pockets and placed it on the counter, separating coins to count the total amount paid and then pocketing the rest. He might have actually miscounted and paid a little more than he was supposed to, he wasn’t really good with numbers or math of any kind. "Thanks!"

After pocketing the change again and confirmation was given that he’d paid the right amount of money, Andrew would happily hold the cinnamon roll with both hands and bite into it. He was about to leave, content with the transaction, but he couldn’t help but notice that the other kid was looking sadly at the flower pot on the counter. His curiosity piqued, Andre would finish chewing and swallow before addressing the child. “Um… are y’okay? Ye look kinda sad. Is somethin’ wrong with that flower?”

"Hm?" Andrew would gently cock his head to the side. He thought the flower was sad? But it was so pretty and lively and colorful! It kinda reminded him of a song he wanted to sing, but... he was in a closed space, so he would refrain. "Why'ss'at? It looks pretty pretty to me, like..." He would use his hands and the counter to lift himself lightly so he could get a better look at it, then chewed happily away at his cinnamon roll as he looked.

OOC:

So... the flower was perfectly healthy, in the prettiest stage of its life, in better than wilderness conditions, and it still seemed sad to the boy? That was weird, to say the least. What else could one ask for a flower other than it being pretty? It just didn’t make much sense to the Irish boy. "Hmm..." The boy tilted his head instinctively, trying to wrap his head around the issue. Maybe he was just too young to understand.

Then, as if on cue, an idea struck Andrew. “Oh, oh! I know!” Andrew would clamor, jumping up and down in self-fulfillment from coming up with the idea. “Why don’t’cha put ‘nother flower next to it? Then it’ll be less lonely~” Andrew figured that if somebody was lonely, they probably only needed a friend to make them feel better or appear less sad!

Stealing a flower? Andrew was all for finding the flower a friend (they WERE living things after all, right? His teachers said so!), but would it really be right to steal one from another garden? What if the flower they stole already had friends in whatever garden it previously was? Andrew didn’t have many friends, but if someone suddenly ripped him away, separating him from his friends and family, he’d be devastated! “E-Err…” Andrew piped in, a bit concerned. “H-How ‘bout ye buy seeds and plant a friend instead? Y’could plant a whole buncha friends, like!” If he bought a seed packet and made the flower a bunch of friends, not only would it probably be much happier, but no flowers would need to say goodbye to their friends or family! It was the perfect plan!