It was going to be a busy day, Eridan thought to himself, as he sat up in his king sized waterbed and rubbed his eyes awake. He yawned and stretched as he looked about his room, different shades of violet everywhere: dark violet blankets, lavender sheets, six or so different sized pillows of the various hues, periwinkle walls with white wooden window frames. The curtains were a rich violet velvet that hung off a gold rod and draped down to the floor in one gentle swoop. He had a set of white furniture, such as a couch and two recliners set around a good sized glass coffee table. In the middle of the glass table there was a small, round fish tank that held a beautiful purple betta fish and the bottom was lined with black, red, gray, and pastel pink rounded pebbles. The fish swam around a small golden castle that sparkled in the clear water. This was a pretty big room for just one guy but he still liked it anyways. He was rich of course and could afford such luxury.
He stepped out of his bed, his feet hitting the smooth, cold surface of the light wooden floors. It made him shiver slightly as he dragged the comforter off the bed and got up. He grabbed his thickly framed black glasses of off the night side table and slid them on his nose. He was still in his boxers, a plaid purple design on it of course, walked over to his balconies glass doors and looked out. On the horizon of the sea that was nearby, the sun was coming up, streaking the sky in multiple shades of pink, purple, and yellow as it hit the puffy clouds. It was a beautiful summer morning and it was so intoxicating to look at. If he had time, he would have sat down out on the balcony, with a cup of tea he supposed, and watercolored the view before him. But as Eridan just checked the clock on the wall, it was eight, and he was late to work.
He rushed as he saw the time, he threw down the blanket on the floor and ran to his dresser and closet. He threw on something simple, a pair of black skinny jeans, a white collared dress shirt that he rolled the sleeves up on and buttoned it, and to pull it all together he wore a violet silk tie. Eridan looked into the mirror to adjust the tie and he quickly brushed back and gelled his hair up, so that the ever recognizable purple streak was in the correct place. He picked up his backpack off the floor and his keys. And with that he was out the door, running down the hall to the main stairs of the mansion and sliding down the railing to the bottom, flawlessly. He smiled through the whole chaos of the morning and walked right out the big front doors and out to his car, starting it up, going to his job, as a florist.
It was a good job, he supposed. It had good pay and the people there were nice. It wasn't too stressful for a job, it was actually relaxing for him. The constant smell of the fragrant flowers and how the bees would come by and pollinate them, so they could bloom, in the bright exploding colors that always filled the vases, the stands, the baskets, the pots, it just made working there a experience rather than a chore. Eridan arrived in the back parking lot where he parked and got out, rushing into the store.
" I am here don't worry~"
he shouted out to the crew in his scottish accent that he inherited from his dad.
"Hey Eq did those new shipments of roses come in today?"
Eridan asked as he put on a black apron that was mandatory for all employees to wear along with a nametag. The big burly man set down the crate he was carrying and wiped his brow of sweat.
"Yes it did, Eridan, I have instructed Nepeta to begin setting them out into colorful displays, is that alright?"
He would ask slightly hesitant, wiping his brow again. Eridan nodded and said a simple yes, but in his mind he thought to himself,
"Holy mackerel this guy sweats a lot, is this even sanitary, he should see a doctor. Maybe it is genetic for him, at least he doesn't smell."
Eridan shrugged onwards and got to work. He was out and about helping people find what they were looking for and filling out orders. Today was a rush, for it was the week or rather the day before, Valentines day.
The store was usually filled with people but today it was crammed like a can of sardines. Eridan hated that, he never liked enclosed spaces, or crowded enclosed spaces for that matter. It made him feel trapped. The other employees knew about eridan's condition and allowed him to do register work and gave him frequent breaks, whether eridan liked it or not.
After finishing up with a customer, who in fact just bought a absolutely ridiculous amount of roses for that matter, eridan was given another break. He stepped outside in the midst of the afternoon air, a soft breeze whirled around the corner as he turned. Suddenly there was impact, at first he thought he ran into the corner of the building again, because yes, sometimes his vision wasn't the greatest, even with his thick glasses. But no, it wasn't the corner of the building at all but a tall, obnoxious, swearing young man, about his age that he had just pushed to the ground.