Boredom comes in many forms.
I don't own Samurai Champloo nor do I own any sunflowers in that matter.
Sunflowers smell like crap
"Okay! I had enough of this nonsense!" Fuu yelled.
Mugen and Jin were fighting once again. This time it was about a job to work at a flower shop.
"You don't work," Jin said in his calm, ice cold voice.
"What about you?" Mugen slashed his sword wildly at Jin, "You don't work!"
"Guys! Stop it!" Fuu yelled, but the blades spoke even louder than her.
"Will you shut up?" Mugen yelled at Fuu, "I ain't working around flowers! UNDERSTAND?"
"That's no way to speak to a lady," Jin said.
"FUCK OFF!"
The blades were hitting each other over and over. Neither of them were going to stop. Fuu just stopped trying. And then…
"Stop fighting in front of my shop!" A huge man said picking up both Mugen and Jin like they were just little boys. "I do not want you to scare away my customers!"
"You work here?" Mugen asked trying to keep back his laugh.
"Yes, this my flowers shop," he put them down, "why?"
"We need a job!" Fuu said proudly before anyone else had a chance to answer.
"Damn women," Mugen said under his breath.
"Great!" The huge man yelled joyfully. "I've been looking for workers for the longest time! Not sure why no one would work for me."
"Thank you, sir!" She yelled while elbowing Mugen in the ribs. "We'll work really hard!"
Tell me what ya think!