It seemed that his question had been one to be a bit...troublesome...or something like that for Micky. Taking his time grabbing whatever it was from his pocket, and to Sam, it seemed the taller, older male was thinking about an answer to give in return to what was asked. That was alright though, he could take all the time he wanted, as Samuel was usually very patient. The only ones he lost that patience with was his little brother and rude people, and as Micky was neither of these, well, it was a-okay. Slowing their pace in walking, Sam reaches up and places his hands behind his head again, linking his fingers together as he waited for Micky to say something, anything.<br/><br/>After a moment, and once Micky had finished fishing out whatever it was from his pockets, turning out to be a lighter and cigarettes, he finally replied to Sam. And even then, it was a few minutes before the words came from his mouth, because at first, when Sam looked over, he saw Micky eying him. Sizing him up, as if to see something, check something....what? What was it? Quirking a brow at this, Sam kept quiet, the curious expression glowing his eyes even brighter, a smile cracking his lips when finally Micky's voice filled his ears. He had not asked for confirmation of the question itself, but for affirmation from another person. To make sure that he was not the only one seeing and sensing the strange things all around himself. Relief poured through his veins, and he sighed a bit, the relief he felt within showing on his face and in the way his shoulders slumped to a relaxed point. He may have looked at ease before, but now...it was even more evident at how on edge he'd really been.<br/><br/>Micky then asked his own question, and Samuel turned his head to look over at him. His eyes glowed gently, and at first, he was quiet, before the biggest grin broke free on his face. "What do I think you are? You're my friend, duh!" He laughs a bit, the smile growing if it was possible, even bigger than before. Since the beginning, he could tell that Micky was different. That he wasn't like the others. There were a few here and there he could sense weren't quite like the rest of the populace in Evergreen, but they didn't draw him in like Micky. For some reason, there was something...magnetic about the guy.<br/><br/>He still remembered how they'd met, a little over a month ago. Sam had been walking out on the streets, in a bit of the more...shady part of town, if that were a thing when he had accidentally run into some thugs doing their thing. Of course, Samuel had meant to not cause trouble, but he HAD seen them doing something probably against the law, and of course, they couldn't have him running off to the police, so deigned to see that Sam didn't...speak. To anyone. Again. Knocking him to the ground, sprawled in the dirt, they'd converged on him, but before they could even lay one finger on him, they were put out, laid out on their asses. The whole time Sam had his face covered, but he slowly lowered his arm, and saw but one guy standing there, fists tight, back to him. But after a moment, after the thugs had run off Micky turned to him, and gave him that look. Samuel had been hooked, and from there they'd been friends. (though it took a bit of convincing at first...and a near fistfight the next day!) Of course, after he'd gotten up off the ground and dusted the dirt off of his clothes...and exchanged names. Apparently, the thugs had pissed Micky off, so it meant that Micky hadn't been there to save him, but hey. All's well that ends well, right?<br/><br/>At the snarl, all Sam could do was chuckle a bit, and nudges Micky with his elbow, not moving his hands from the back of his head. "Hey, don't worry about it, dude. I'm no beginner when it comes to that kind of thing." He gives another grin and winks like a goofball, but it was all in good fun. "Your secret is safe with me. After all...we're friends, aren't we? That's what friends are for!" He chuckles softly then, hoping Micky believed him. Samuel had meant what he'd said because he'd meant every word.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">~*~*~*~</div><br/><br/>Feign was about to say something else when the Mayor stepped in, along with that broad Miss Wilson. Of course, the smile that she wore didn't slip once, as they pretty much stole Billy away, and ignored her presence, leaving the shop in nearly no time at all, so it was just herself and Astrid. She blinks in confusion, several times, before Astrid spoke up, saying exactly what was on Feign's mind. That was indeed...weird. Turning her head from the door, which she had been staring at, Feign nods at Astrid, smiling a bit more. "Yes, that had been very strange. I wonder what it was all about?" She shrugs a little bit, deciding not to think about it too much because it didn't take too long before the original reason why Astrid was here was brought up again.<br/><br/>Tilting her head, she brings her forefinger to her chin and bottom lip, a thoughtful expression on her face as she pondered the question. Good flowers or plants for a blacksmith shop... Well, if it was one of all irons and leathers, she thought that the best thing would be... Her face brightens, almost glowing in fact, as a thought pops up in her mind. "I know! Follow me!" Gesturing at first for Astrid to follow, she then absentmindedly reaches out and grabs the taller woman's hand. Her mind hadn't even been thinking about, her body had kind of...moved on its own. Feign's much smaller hand grasped gently onto Astrid's, thin, delicate fingers curling around the others. Her skin was extremely soft to the touch. She'd completely missed the zone out that Astrid had gone through, and turns, gesturing for the taller female to follow her. She hadn't missed, though, the smoke that had been curling from the corners of Astrid's mouth, though thought it would be best if she'd just kept...quiet.<br/><br/>Carefully stepping through the greenhouse glass door to the side that was connected to the main house, she goes down a couple of aisles before coming to a stop in front of a bunch of potted plants, small, medium, and large. They were all colorful, ranging from yellow to purple, red and orange, and even blue and a light green looking color. It took a moment to realize that she was still holding onto Astrid's hand, before she blinks, her eyes growing wide and she gets an embarrassed blush on her cheeks, before she lets go of her hand, letting her own fall to her side, and for a moment turning away. "Sorry about that, I don't know what I was thinking." Facing Astrid again, she smiles, giving an apologetic smile, the pink still on her cheeks. She then takes a breath and clears her throat a bit, before she sways her hand towards them, as if in some showcase of artwork. And to Feign, well, flowers WERE like works of art. So it made sense why she was so proud of them.<br/><br/>"I think that for a place like yours, a bunch of colors to contrast the darks of your metals and leather would be lovely! Pansies, poppies, and fuschia are the best way to go, as they are quite hardy flowers and can survive by themselves. Also, snapdragons are a good way to go as well! They are all very colorful, and so very pretty." She brings her hands together happily, the glow on her face grew as she kept talking about her plants. "If you would like, I can come and plant some for you, pick out good places where they would contrast nicely to your shop." She pauses a second and then gives a wave of her hand. "Ah, but that is only if you would like!" Holding her hands to chest, fingers folded, she waited with bated breath to see what Astrid would say, or do. Hopefully, her suggestion was a good one, as she knew that Astrid had originally asked for darker colors.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">~*~*~*~</div><br/><br/>After disappearing from the sheriff's office, he made a quick choice. He didn't want to go home yet. Not yet. It was too soon for that, and besides, it was so dreadfully lonely there, all by himself. Now on the other side of town, he casually walked along, the white creature thing sitting on his shoulder like that of a pirate with his parrot. In his hand was his cane, which he twirled around slowly, an absentminded expression on his face, a blank look in his eyes. He was on a quiet side street, or was it a back lane? He couldn't quite remember, but what he knew was that it was narrow and empty. Very, very empty. His footsteps echoed around him with each step he took, but at the end, he could see a light, which meant a larger street was up ahead.<br/><br/>As he walked, he hummed softly under his breath, before he breaks out in song, his voice echoing all around, and...quite nice. "Arashi no umi wo wakatte-iku. Seken wa seigi no ame wo furasu. Yogoreta nimotsu, waraeru kurai gomi mitai. Demo dou shiyou mo naku taisetsu de. Hey Ho! Stormy seas, dareka kara no S.O.S. Zutto mimi wo fusaide-kita kono boku ni... Whoa-oh...Hey Ho! Stormy seas, dareka kara no scream of silence. Kono arashi no naka, fune wo dasu yuuki nante boku ni aru no kai." After he'd finished the words, words that were obviously Japanese, he simply hums the rest of the song, but when he gets to the lighted exit, he quiets down, hearing words. Two people, one male, one female, and it was obvious the male was...annoyed.<br/><br/>Just as the cold passes, he steps out from the alley, right between them. The cane he was carrying rested gently on the opposite shoulder of the white creature, and his hat sat tilted gently to one side. He kept walking, a few steps forward past them, before coming to a stop, though doesn't turn to look at them. In fact, he was more staring straight ahead, almost as if he hadn't even realized those two kids had been there in the first place. He was looking at the building ahead of him. It was a brick and wood building, two stories. A shop was on the first floor, while the second was used for an apartment. And it was in one piece. Not like he remembered leaving it years ago, burned to a crisp, a pile of brick and mortar, the buildings next to it charred and burned in places as well.<br/><br/>"E-to...Nani...?" Why? Why did they build it again? Was it so people could live there again? He knew the people who had lived there originally were dead...Probably ghosts too, haunting the place. All he could do was shake his head, his red hair swaying gently with the motion. Humans made absolutely no sense at all. After a moment, he tears his eyes away from the building, and slowly looks around him, left, then right, and then behind him, finally seeing the boy and the girl standing there. He blinks slowly, a blank expression on his face like usual. Who were they? He'd never seen them before...