Octavian let out a happy little noise that couldn't be really described as he jumped out of the stool and scooped up the chilling metal into his own hands. It was perfect! He looked at the actual clock part and saw it moving slowly, it was like it was never broken in the first place. "Thank you Wren!" He said excitedly, wrapping his arms around the older man and nearly stabbing his eye win one of the prongs of his horn. He went and sat back on the stool, rolling the smooth metal around the palm of his hand.<br/><br/>He hadn't expected Pan to come in, but his already wide smile seemed to stretch wider. The blind snake was basically his sibling and he loved the man to death, his voice brought a boyhood like happiness to his chest. "Well, it's not a date," Octavian said bashfully as his cheeks heated up from an intense blush. Looking at the suddenly outstretched arms he carefully took the basket with food.<br/><br/>"Thank you, I hope he eats normally though, he shouldn't be starved..." His smile faded at the thought of the other being mistreated with food as it hadn't even crossed his mind. He shook off that stormy cloud and wrapped his arms now around the snake man. "If it ever is a real date I may ask you to cook something sweet for him," He whispered in a purr low enough so Wren wouldn't hear it. Pulling back he looked between the two, he better get going.<br/><br/>"I must get ready! I'll tell you how it went tomorrow," Octavian sang gleefully before heading out of the little shop.<br/><br/>~*~<br/><br/>When the humans got mutated, so did the plants and animals outside of the walls. Octavian had an old book so many years ago that the cover was gone and most pages were torn and stained with one thing or another as it was constantly passed from one mutant to another. It was a book of flowers, made before the accident had happened. It's how he could teel the normal flowers from the mutated. Some of the flowers were circled, they were the ones he wanted the most. He'd show Byron the book as Octavian was going to bring mutated flowers for him. He loved the book dearly and would try his best to keep it in reading condition so if he ever had a child he could give it to them.<br/><br/>There were two very precious and expensive mutated roses that people loved for its unique features. Octavian was not the only one who had it of course, but he saved a large section for them as he adored them, and they sold the most. Roses' themselves were a beautiful thing with their unique petals and constant use in media as something romantic. He didn't mean it as a romantic gesture, he just... had to give the other something nice. He would suggest putting them maybe in a vase for a little bit, but not keep them outside because if the pollen spread and buds began to bloom it would get him into deep trouble. Octavian would tell him to press them in a book<br/><br/>These flowers were known as a moon and sun rose. The moon rose was one of Octavian's favorite. It was an average size rose with silver shimmering petals that twinkled like the stars in the sky. It had a unique trait where it would only open up and gives off a soft silver glow at night and close during the daytime. A sun rose was quite similar but looked much more like it was dipped in a stunning gold. It would bloom in the day and shine a pale yellow and then close back up during the nighttime. With a pair of cutters, the boy carefully picked some of the better of the bunch, three of each. He also picked a basic white rose just to have an extreme contrast from the two shimmering petals in the very center. He had seven flowers neatly placed together with a scrap bit of string tied around the stems to prevent them from moving around and ruining his positioning.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">~*~<br/>​</div>Octavian ended up at the wall a little past eleven, which is what the stunning watch said as he pulled it out and gave it a quick glance. He found the hole in the wall and carefully peeked inside to see a man standing quite close to it. Opening the second pair of eyes he got a clear picture that it was Byron, which meant they were both safe for now. "Byron," He said in a gentle hiss, not wanting to raise his voice high enough for anyone who might be out for a late walk to hear.