flowershop au

[jurisdick]

[ it wasn't uncommon for him to stop here from time to time. after all, it was on his way back home at the end of the day. the underground mall in shibuya station was a perfect pitstop on the way home. sometimes, he'd grab takeout and a few odds and ends. other times, he'd meander a bit slower, inspecting the goods and fares of the vendors. nothing particularly interested him - he had all he needed, really, back at his apartment. he didn't need much: just the means to an end. and he already had the means, his apprenticeship at the police station, so everything else was superficial. superfluous.

still ... still it was nice to browse. especially stopping by the vendors that had perishable goods. like flowers. he had always held a soft spot for flowers, ever since he was young. before his mother died, she always had a fresh bouquet set out on the table. wistfully, she'd smile and arrange them, singing in tongues akechi didn't understand.

the memory still haunts him.

but the flowers are charming, really, and sometimes he stops to buy some for his apartment, and sometimes, on the anniversary of her death, he stops by to grab some lilies to honor her. today is one of the prior. he simply thinks that with the warmer weather it'd be nice to add some freshness to his apartment. after all, with his mentor - the pretty prosecutor - he was having a lot more company over to his otherwise sterile and bland apartment. he needed to freshen things up.

which lead him to the flowershop on this particular spring afternoon. ]