1. Morning Shift
Koneko Sumi-E, 5:00 a.m
In the semi-darkness Ran stood at the counter, fiddling over a large arrangement of wildflowers. He took his time, slowly spreading his fingers around the bunch, picking out the flowers he didn't quite like or had too many leaves. Petite and purple violets meant discretion, poppy perplexity, daisy... he mentally checked off the meaning of each flower and frowned when he forgot a flower's meaning.
Silence from the apartments above the shop, his ears sharpened for the littlest movement hiding in the corners of the shop. The slow shuffling of his feet, trudging back and forth across the tiled floor Ken had mopped the day before. The floor had gotten so dirty with cut leaves and leftover flowers, Omi had started complaining, saying that it was so dirty the florists could just scatter some seeds and grow their own flowers in the shop. They all agreed to play jan-ken-po to decide who would get the job.
Rock, rock, rock...scissor!
" NO fair, you know I suck at this game!"
" Losers, weepers Ken-ken"
" You know Ken, I'll help you if you want it."
" Hnn..."
Ken was the odd man out and was handed the two buckets and mop by a smirking Yohji. Angrily Ken took the mop and buckets and stopped, pausing long enough to catch Yohji off guard with a full face of smelly mop.
" KENNNNNNNNN!!!!! "
" Ha-ha-ha Yotan," Ken barely caught his breath when Yohji came at him bowling both of them into a kicking and biting mass of arms and legs. Omi acting as referee tried to get them to knock it off but failed miserably. Ran decided it was time for him to step in before they hurt themselves. He was tired of constantly listening to Ken and Yohji bicker like children. "Baka." He gave them a look that would tell them exactly how he felt. "The Fujimiya Death Glare", as dubbed by Yohji himself. Amethyst lasers directed at their targets connected, and the mass of Yo-Ken immediately stopped wriggling.
" ...Sorry Yohji..."
" Me too Ken-ken, me too."
And that was that.
TBC