Mik
Legacy Name: Mik

The mixture of fragrances from hundreds of different kinds of flowers graced his nostrils as he worked diligently, putting together only the most elaborate floral arrangements. Mik's tongue poked out of his mouth as he focused, placing the last bundle of baby's-breath into position. The bouquet was filled with light pink roses and pastel blue hydrangea, accompanied with the baby's-breath to cushion and bring it all together in the end.

Wiping his forehead with the back of his hand, Mik took a step back to admire his work. With a nod, he wrapped the flowers up with white paper and cellophane, tying up the bottom with a pastel pink bow. He picked it up, making his way up front to the register, the patron waiting patiently for the bouquet they had ordered earlier.

"It'll be $70," his voice soft, drifting to it's own tune and timbre. The flowers lay on the counter as he was handed the cash, a ding emitting from the register as the drawer popped open. The change rustled as the drawer was pushed back in, the patron's change in Mik's hand as he wrote out the receipt on a business card. He tucked the card into the flowers, along with a blank one to write a personal message on, and handed across the counter.

With a short nod and a quick wave, he said goodbye to the gentleman, someone who stopped in quite frequently to purchase flowers for a loved one. Rubbing his hands on his apron, he noticed a small gecko crawling along the counter, presenting his hand for his tiny companion to crawl on. The leopard gecko looked up at him with wide, dark green eyes, a tongue poking out.

"Hiya, Ava," he cooed to his pet, giving her a small kiss on the head before letting her crawl onto his shoulder to perch and watch him work, pulling a tiny mealworm from a nearby pot and putting it up to her face. She was able to roam freely here, protected from predators. The gecko was also his best friend, and they were nearly inseparable. She did a tiny blep before scuttling around to his other shoulder, head tilted slightly as she watched him work.

Mik moved back to the back of the shop, as there was a bell on the door to alert him of any customers who entered. There were many vases, buckets, and pots of flowers of all different sizes and colors, the air filled with a floral perfume, the aroma comforting to him - this place was his home, after all. His hands moved quickly, without thought, as he danced around the shop, picking up a bunch of misfit blooms of a bunch of different flowers to put into a display on the counter. These flowers wouldn't sell - it was best to make them feel loved before they died.

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