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Upon the next morning’s arrival, you were greeted the sight of a small lip shaped plant grinning straight back at you. It of course startled you when you first woke up. You sat up and touched the plant lightly and realized that the grins ‘teeth’ was simply created by lightly yellow petals. Could you possibly wash the teeth? It would hurt to try right? You grabbed a spare toothbrush from your desk and grabbed some of your toothpaste.
You didn’t know if it would work and quite frankly you didn’t feel like looking stupid, so you quickly slammed your door shut.
“I hope I don’t hurt the plant.” You lightly brushed at the discolored petals and to your surprise the petals fell away to reveal a fragile yellow lily. You quickly cupped the flower in your hand.
“Oh I…I did it!” You quietly hopped around your room. The moment your relative was awake you would show them your flower. Were there any small pots or anything around? You might as well look around for a spare one. You headed up to the roof and found some behind the saddening room. You saw Kamal asleep in his hiding spot. He was shivering ever so slightly, and you shook him awake.
“Huh… Oh hey.” He sat up and stretched.
“You should probably head inside and rest, it’s way too cold out here.” He stood up and yawned loudly. You walked him down the stairs, quickly to his room. You walked down to the main area and saw Ronbo fiddling with his costume.
“Oh, hey kiddo!” You were handed a heart shaped balloon.
“First day of the carnival opening, how do you feel about that Ronbo?” He shrugged.
“I don’t know really, but do you think Tiff is going to show up?” He said moving his hat slightly. You nodded knowing that she had a song gig later. He smiled lightly and opened the gate doors to let you thru. There were two game stalls and a fortune area. Along with the tents you saw the Carla you helped with earlier. Walking yourself over to the fortune hut, you were greeted by a Carla with a wig.
“He-llo flesh parental being.” The Carla waved. Your face warmed and deepened in color. You waved and continued along your routine. You checked out the other stalls and made sure all was supposed to be, and you continued up to Boris’ office. You stepped into the elevator.
The doors slowly slid open and led you into a messy waiting room. It was becoming a more common instance. You tidied up the waiting room and opened the door into the main area. It wasn’t as messy, and you continued into his office. He had his hair tied back and he was cleaning some broken glass up off his desk.
“Hey Boris- oh what broke?” You said tying your balloon to the door handle.
“Just a small mug. I was frustrated and dropped it by mistake.” He spoke clearly. He swept shards of glass into the palm of his hand and dumped it into his trash bin. You welt the vibe of the room turned harsh. You didn’t want to push him farther, so you let it be.
“Do you have any plans for today boss?” You asked. Boris shuffled through his drawer and pulled out a few Band-Aids. He began to patch up his hands.
“Not really. I am going to b work-ing on the beeg event.” He said tossing small pieces of glass in his bin.
“Oh, do you need help or anything?” He shook his head, and you began to leave.
“Wait- I could use asistiancey wi-th clean-ing the office.” He gave an awkward smile. He grabbed a nearby broom. He winced slightly. The Band-Aid on his hand slipped and you saw a large piece of glass. You grabbed his hand gently.
“Oh, Boris you still have a piece in your hand.” You grabbed towards his drawer. You glanced and saw medication, your picture, a handful of pens, and a pair of tweezers. You looked back towards his hand and slowly plucked the big piece out of his large hands. His hands were quite warm.
“Alrighty that should have been the last bit of your mug.” You put a clean Band-Aid on the palm of his hand. You grabbed the broom and began to sweep in his office while he began to dust his shelves. Sweeping was no problem, until you mistakenly knocked over a small picture frame. Luckly the glass didn’t break.
“Hey boss. Who is this?” You handed him the small frame.
“Oh.” He pointed towards the shorter man. “That is my unkle Grigory, and thos r my younger twin cousins.”
The sight of his family caused him to give off a small melancholy sigh. He put the frame down and he continued to dust off the rest of his shelf.
“You okay Boris?” You put your hand on his arm. He flinched.
He said nothing.
“Boris?”
“I’m fine, its nothing.” He sighed. “Really I’m- “
You hugged his arm. At first, he pushed you away, but he soon accepted the hug.
“I’m sorry, family is a bit of a tough subject.” You tugged at his coat.
“Here I may have something to cheer you up.” He tilted his head slightly.
You grabbed his hand and quickly let him up the stairs to your room. He closed his eyes as quickly you positioned him.
“Alrighty you can open your eyes now.” He looked at the flower. You couldn’t quite tell what he was feeling.
“You read my diary. Didn’t you.” He said looking away.
“What diary, I don’t understand.” Confusion flooding your face.
“How else would you have known how to take care of such a delicate plant?” He said angrily.
“I-I got help from Flower kid. They helped me grow it.”
“Of Course, It just had to be them! They always have to meddle with my plans.” He walked out angrily and mumbling. Three words were easily made out.
Damn Flower Brat