Arthur raced to get back to Mushnik's Skid Row Florists far before the start time of his shift; his trophy prize of the plant had grown too large for him to be able to take it back to his apartment after he had gotten it back to the shop, much to his annoyance and jealousy… it had still been pretty hot though… He thought that nothing would've been able to stop him from getting back to his love as soon as possible, but a forceful and hard and assertive series of knocks across the street at Audrey's apartment gave him pause. Which gave him guilt, surprisingly; he was still getting used to this whole monogamy thing and its complicated trappings that it turned out people hadn't been lying about. The man producing the knocks matched them in pure domineering energy, absolute uncompromising power and forcefulness dripping from him and inspiring corresponding and much less metaphorical fluids from Arthur. He felt himself fall against the front door, swooning further as the man looked over at him at the sound of it and started to strut towards him… from the looks of it that he was able to gather from his tight leather pants those long strides were matched by a long…
As this potential otter of exactly his type… at least his former, non botanical type, reached him, he wished for the first time in his life that he could get his mind out of the gutter. Or at least out of his gutter… "Are you one a Audrey Ful… Audrey's coworkers?" Fuck, he was hot… "Yessir! She's not here today." Anger, unfortunately not directed at him, flashed across the man's rugged face. "Did that slut say why she thinks our dates are optional all of a sudden? Or her stupid job here; if she loses it I'm not paying for her fucking apartment…" Was the universe testing him… torturing him but in the bad way (how could there even be a bad way?) by dumping this assertive, potent hunk at his feet right as terms like 'cheating' and 'affair' had begun to have any personal meaning to him at all? Yes… but he could still choose the plant unhesitatingly… if their connection could withstand this prime cut of meat, it could withstand Audrey's blood! Arthur stood up a little straighter, bringing his feet closer to the door and realizing (admittedly with a little bit of unease despite this epiphany) that he now stood taller than the man.
"...She didn't say anything about that, I'm sure she'll be back soon!" The man opened his mouth to address him again, pausing as he looked through the window. In the direction of the plant, Arthur realized without even having to look. "...Hey, that's the plant she told Wink Wilkinsen about on his show, right? That is incredible! Can I come in and see it?" Enraged, Arthur stood up to his full height, still leaning against the door to prevent this presumptuous, home wrecking dickweed from going through it and to his love. "Absolutely the fuck no-" Arthur's defense of his plant was cut off and replaced by a shout of surprise followed by delighted pain as the door suddenly jerked open behind him, leaving him to hit the ground and what turned out to be his boss's leg hard. Mushnik got his foot out from under his head after a pause before addressing him. "Get inside now, Denton." He looked up at the man as Arthur scrambled upwards. "Could you come back during business hours, sir? That should give me plenty of time to do what I have to do." Oooh, kinky… agh, no! The man looked back and forth between them for a long moment, bewildered, before nodding. "...Alright…" He turned away from them and started heading back to the motorcycle he had parked outside of Audrey's apartment, muttering something about how she had better be there when he came back.
Regrettably but still satisfyingly, Arthur swooned a little as he felt himself being forcefully pulled into the shop before Mushnik closed the door after him. "You love him madly, don't you, schmuck?" Arthur backed up slightly at the grave injustice of this accusation. "NO, I mean, I do love a man in leather, but…" After a moment of confusion, Mushnik interrupted him while shaking his head. "Not HIM, whoever you created that fakakta mess in the floral arranging room with, with the…" He paused, gagging, before continuing. "...little white dots all over the linoleum. I KNOW it couldn't have been a woman, Audrey's the only one with standards low enough to put up with… whatever you've got going on… and she would never dare to invoke Orin's wrath like that." Suddenly, his love started slowly lowering its head to the ground, opening its jaws to reveal those intoxicating teeth… he realized after swooning harder than he had for Orin, Audrey, Mushnik, and that dominatrix combined that it was wordlessly telling him to back his boss into him, protect his position at this shop and by its side from the hot but dangerous wrath that would descend upon him if he failed to do so.
He didn't want to endanger the connection between them further than Orin's presence and Audrey's blood had, but it was strong enough to withstand those threats and for the plant to help him with further threats to it… Arthur started slowly backing Mushnik towards the plant as he talked, luckily but disappointingly and unsettlingly getting him to move towards it quite easily. "Yes, I do, very much so! But it's not a him." Mushnik's smoldering anger and bewilderment only increased at this, mostly being replaced with alarm as he accidentally backed into the plant and then shocked curiosity as he dared to derive fascination from his love's mouth. "...What the hell is?" Despite his current inability to see him, Arthur sarcastically pretended to grab the brim of an imaginary hat on his head before dipping it with mock respect, adding a not at all subtly contemptuous farewell "Sir" into the mix right as the plant, right on cue as was appropriate for their bond, chomped down on this other man, which was not. He desperately and enviously watched him get the ride of his life, blood and screams pouring everywhere before he eventually went down into him, and stroked the plant's head after it had lowered it back down, trying and partially succeeding in reassuring himself of the strength of their connection as his hand made its way to its glorious teeth. Especially with three major threats to it vanquished now… at least for now in Orin's case…