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Post by seborga on Mar 28, 2011 1:56:32 GMT
Vittorio did not have the best work ethic. When it came to showing up to work on time, he never did. And he also had a nasty tendency to get distracted towards the end of the day and leave early. His boss was frequently infuriated with him over this, but couldn't bring himself to fire Vittorio. Mostly because the young man was just so good at doing what he did. Even if he did tend to give out free flowers to any cute girls who happened into the shop.
Today was just like any other day. It was a little past noon and Vittorio was just stepping into the shop when he was supposed to have been working since the early morning. After a scolding from his boss that he barely paid attention to, Vittorio slipped behind the counter to start working with his flowers.
"Don't-a you all look pretty today?" He often spoke to the flowers, and while some people thought he was crazy, a lot of the girls thought it was really cute. "Let's-a make you look even prettier so the nice people will buy you!"
It wasn't long, though, before somebody was entering the shop and Vittorio had to stop talking to his flowers in order to greet the customer. "Ciao!" he greeted brightly. It was a strange sort of greeting he hadn't been able to stop using since childhood, but most people didn't seem to mind too much. "What can I-a get you today?"
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Post by northitaly on Mar 29, 2011 0:54:52 GMT
"Wow, how pretty!" Feliciano ooed and awed at the window of the flower shop, no doubt smudging its surface. His gaze settled on the bundle of pink peonies. Immediately, his mind wandered off into a daydream. Their color so very well suited the complexion of the girl who delivered the newspaper - a lovely redhead with the sweetest personality. The peonies were practically calling out to him, saying "Feliciano! She'll love us!" And who was he to argue with flowers?
Feliciano had wandered into the lowlands after missing his bus stop a couple of blocks back. Not that he minded - he loved wandering around and exploring new shops, regardless of where in the region they were. Head still in the clouds with pleasant thoughts, he wandered inside.
He heard the shopkeeper speaking softly to his flowers, and Feliciano smiled. So he could hear them too! At the other's greeting, however, Feliciano nearly stopped in his tracks. Ciao? Here he was thinking that this was a made up word only he used! Maybe it actually meant something. He never was very good at vocabulary...
He looked up at the boy, smiling warmly. "Good morning!" He said brightly. "How much for the peonies near the windowsill?"
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Post by seborga on Mar 29, 2011 18:20:57 GMT
When Vittorio paused a moment to listen to the customer's response, he couldn't help but think that there was something very familiar about this man. Maybe he'd seen him in the street sometimes. Vittorio met a lot of people every day, but that didn't mean he remembered all of them. But this man seemed a lot more familiar than usual. It didn't even strike him that he looked at a very similar face every day in the mirror...
But he was distracted very quickly from these thoughts by the request. His eyes darted to the flowers and his smile reaffixed itself on his face. "It's a very pretty flower!" He stepped out from behind the counter to pick up the peonies the man was talking about. "I think they're-a supposed to be S50." He peered at them curiously, but didn't seem to know for sure one way or the other.
"Who's it for?" he asked rather suddenly and abruptly. As if that would somehow change what the price of the flowers were. "They're-a very nice for people you love. Oh, and-a for someone who's sick! Are they for-a someone who's sick?"
With those words, he set the bundle of flowers on the counter and moved behind it to start searching for something. Obviously, he was convinced this man was going to take the flowers either way...
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Post by northitaly on Apr 2, 2011 2:39:12 GMT
Feliciano didn't ponder the price very long at all. In fact, he barely even heard Vittorio state the price, as he had already decided to purchase the flowers before coming inside. His eyes wandered to the myriad of colors around him. He grabbed a bouquet of violets and a small potted sunflower, as well. Violets for the new girl in his art class, and the sunflower for the baker. It was clearly dangerous for him to spend too much time in the shop, unless Feliciano had enough money to buy out all of his stock.
"They're for a very special girl. I thought the pink suited her freckles very well," Feliciano said, digging into his front pocket for his wallet. "N-no! She's not sick. At least, I don't think she's sick. Should I go for a different kind? I don't want her to get the wrong idea..." He pondered, looking back up at Vittorio.
"Say, have I met you before?"
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