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Fink had to be totally honest: he had no fucking clue how he had gotten this far into life in Black City. He wasn’t mad about it either; more or less pleasantly surprised. Within the handful of years he’d lived here he made himself comfortable for the first few years rooming with a few random people that were in search of a roommate until he could gather enough money of his own to have his own place. That was when he found his job at a quaint flower shop surrounded by a bunch of other random stores. With what he had after that, Fink found home in a small, one bedroom home that was more than run down, but he made do.<br/>
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To keep himself company, he’d pull in the stray cats and house them; treat them with as much love as he could. Of course he’d definitely made friends that spoke back, but those friends couldn’t exactly keep him company when he was struggling to find time out of his shitty house. His mom would have probably been so proud of him, but his dad and brother? Fink could care less about what they thought about him now.<br/>
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A light tap to the shoulder pulled the fae out of his own mind. He blinked, eyes adjusting on the person’s face and pulled on a welcoming smile. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#58c470"><b>“Heya! What can I help you with?”</b></span> He chirped.<br/>
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For a moment the man Fink’s attention had been grabbed by seemed a little wary but seemed to relax a bit as he was spoken to. “Yeah uhh..I wanted to get something for my girlfriend. Where are the flowers?”<br/>
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Fink’s smile hardly falters but he blinks in slight surprise. How could someone be this blind. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#58c470"><b>“Well, bouquets are right behind you! You could take a gander at those, I’m sure you would find something she’d like?”</b></span> He takes a quick glance out the front window to see a dark mass of messy hair and surely his grin grew a little wider. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#58c470"><b>“I’d love to help you some more, sir, but I’m afraid I need to get off and home before the storm!”</b></span> With that he offers a little wave of his hand before turning and walking briskly into the backroom.<br/>
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The brunette pulled off the dark brown apron covering his clothes before hanging it up and collecting his bag of things. Fink slipped out of the backroom and onto the main floor and paused, standing slightly on his tiptoes in search of one of his coworkers. Quickly spotting the mess of brown curls, Fink raised his arm and waved a farewell to him. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#58c470"><b>“Bye, Picus! I’ll see you tomorrow!”</b></span> Speaking his farewell out loud as well to the Magi, plucking a little white daisy from one of the displays as he exited the shop.<br/>
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Outside now, he could smell the rain coming by the light breeze pushing its way towards him. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#58c470"><b>“Hello hello!”</b></span> He greeted the person standing outside of the shop. Poet; his significant other, partner, boyfriend. He held out his hand, presenting the flower to the darker dressed individual. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#58c470"><b>“For you.”</b></span><br/>
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Now, this one stumped Fink. How did he manage to date someone? He was notorious for just...inserting himself into people’s lives, especially Poet’s apparently. Again, it wasn’t like he was exactly made, but this one surprised him. Then again, he’d kind of forced himself into the other’s life without much thought, then it morphed into them dating. It was strange and new and caused the young man a lot of anxiety and stress thinking about messing up something good with all of his own shit and mess of a life.<br/>
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He offered a small smile as he looked down briefly and caught sight of the bags Poet held. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#58c470"><b>“Oh? Whatcha got there?”</b></span> He was more than curious to find out what the other had, but worry then set in again at the realization of the nearing storm. Fink's cats were honestly so important to him and so, of course, he'd choose them first over a lot. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#58c470"><b>"Would it..be something we could do at my house?  Oscar doesn't like storms and will destroy anything and everything if I'm not home."</b></span> He asked the question almost out of hesitancy. <br/>
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