Little Shop of Flowers--

[demoenic]

[ the brightest spot of the day, to Oichi, has always been arranging flowers into her own original creations, rife with meaning that she'd only explain when prompted to. But next to that was when she received a shipment, welcoming the newest flowers into the shop with gentle fingers and a soft smile, the promise that they would not be neglected. The newest arrivals just so happen to be a bunch of some of the largest sunflowers she's had the honor of housing, their yellow so bright that it almost hurts her eyes to stare at them too long. But it's a good hurt, she likes to think, as she carries her armful over to the counter. And a familiar one; they remind her of someone. ]

What others might you like to sing with, I wonder...

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[demoenic]

[ she leans in obligingly, head tilted in an almost perfect mirror of his posture. ] What have you heard?

[tokugawa]

[a soft sigh and... well, it's worth a shot-]

That... they seem to be very fond of sunlight.

[demoenic]

... Yes. They are the flowers of the light, after all.