[Ines.]

With A heavy Heart I'm putting Heaven up for readoption.
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[Bluepup429]

Username; Bluepup429
Name; William
Gender; Male
Personality; [max 800 words] (Grumpy gentleman who has a hard time showing his emotions to people so he always looks grumpy. What truly makes him smile is dancing because he can express his feelings)
Story; (About art two)
Art [max 2] (Art 1 - Him dancing in front of ppl ) (Art 2 - Him making a kid cry on accident bc hes rly honest and accidentally hurts ppl)


WIP
WIWWWPWIWOWPpW
i always loved this plumIIIEEEE AaAAAAAaAAa


please dont take my ideas ; 0 ; ty <33


William is a serious man, he's hardworking to achieve where he is today, where he is at in terms of money. He's confident and proud of himself but knows not to show it off. He's not a stereotypical rich snobby man at all. He loves to donate and hand out money to pretty much anyone. wipwip

[ocean_]

Username: ωανєℓєиgтн
Name: Apollinaire Tobias Winston
Gender: Male
Personality: Now, Apollin is quite the character when it comes to having softness of heart that can lead him into trouble; susceptible of pity or other kindly affection. He cannot resist helping someone he sees in trouble, suffering or in need, and often don’t think of the repercussions or situation before doing so...It's just in his nature. Every time you have an encounter with him, there's always this light and warm aura about him that makes you smile no matter what mood you're in. He's a very humorous character, he loves to have a good joke with everyone he meets, even if he's not as social as he'd like to be. Apollinaire is a zealous lover of flowers, they're his only passion. His flower shop is only the product of his love, he figured that since he loved them so much, he mind as well work with them for the rest of his life. Apollin doesn't want much in his life, he lives comfortably and doesn't desire the finer things in life. The young twenty-seven year old does want to be married with kids at some point in time though, it'd be nice to have a family to come home to at the end of the day. But for now, all he has is his cat Wisteria, named after his favorite flower. The two of them live a life full of late night soap-operas, creating beautiful flower creations, and eating cat-friendly ice cream together...And he wouldn't have it any other way. [250 / 800]

Story:
Another day at the flower shop, just the usual for Apollin. Another rose was cut and delicately placed into a vase on the counter beside him, completing yet another bouquet to display for the front of his shop. Over the years, Apollin had realized that flower bouquets were the perfect way to get people inside and shopping for the sweet scented plants. He giggled lightly, tightly grasping the vase full of beautiful flowers and strolling outside to the front of his shop.

The sun had just began shining, and may he say beautifully as well. The perfect spring day for flowers, and they never seemed to fail to brighten up the town square a little more during the day. Apollin took in a deep breath, the exhale coming out as a sigh before he set the bouquet down on a stand he had set up for it, checking to see if the mist hose he had set up was in place. the stems weren't the only thing that could take a bit of water after all. Once Apollin had finished his outdoor business, he lightly skipped back inside to start on a new project he had been working on, an extra large bouquet full of flowers for a wedding two plumerians had scheduled for the day after tomorrow. Apolling was nearly finished with the whole arrangement, getting three fourths of the arrangement done within two days. He had also managed to keep the flowers fresh and crisp the whole entire time, which had in turn made the shop quite cold. Apollin didn't mind though, if it was for the flowers and a wedding, he'd do anything to make sure everything was perfect on his side.

But before he could get back to work on the large project, he heard the bell to his front door jingle loudly, signaling someone had come into his shop. Without another thought, he abandoned the finishing touches of the order and quickly scurried to the front to greet whoever came inside, the thought of a customer admiring his flowers made his heart swell.

But what he had seen next, surprised him a bit.

He stared blankly at a child who had been searching the store in interest of his flowers, a small smile plastered onto her face as she turned their head to look at him. Apollin had managed to snap out of his dazed state, it wasn't everyday a lone child walked into his flower shop, on second thought, he didn't think he'd ever had a scenario such as this one. Was she lost? Did she lose her parents and just waltz in here looking for someone to help them? Apollin didn't know, and it actually quite scared him to a degree. He approached the young plumie carefully, a curious glint in his eyes.

"Hey there, how may I help you?" He asked sweetly, bending down to her level to get a clearer look at her.

Right away, he could see that she was the most adorable thing he'd ever met, and he couldn't help but chuckle at her at her innocent smile. "Yes, I would really like to get some flowers for my mothers, but I don't know what to get them. I thought about perhaps getting some flowers, but I don't think they'd like them." She muttered, looking down at her feet.

Apollinare Tobias Winston let out a sneer, looking back at the arrangements of flowers. "Roses are for romance novels, kid. Follow me, let's see if we can find some prettier flowers to give to you mothers." He said, spinning around and strutting to the stock in his store.

Right away, once he realized she was following, he began going into a full on rant about flowers and their meanings. Which ones meant family, which ones meant love, which ones meant death, what color seemed to be the best fit fot the young plumie's situation... He was actually really surprised that she was even partially listening. She had stopped once or twice to point out a bouquet of flowers she thought would fit, both of which seemed to hold pink carnations in them. Apollinaire had managed to smile both times, of course pink carnations meant love, so it wasn't like it was a bad observation to pick them.

"Hey kid, have you been listening this whole time?" He asked curiously, tilting his head to the side.

The female plumie looked at him with bright yellow eyes, smiling brightly at him. "Of course, why not? Flowers are really interesting! I didn't know they had different meanings." She chirped happily, trotting back over to the counter and looking at the two bouquets.

She put her paws on the vase of a light colored bouquet full of pink carnations, white chrysanthemums, and pink lilies. "I think they'll like this one, it's a pretty meaningful one, don't you think?" She asked, admiring the flowers as she delicately touched the indiviual petals on each flower in the vase.

Apollinaire stared dumbfounded at her before cracking a large smile, it wasn't everyday that someone came in and admired his flowers like he did, it had certianly warmed his heart. He hummed in agreement, putting the other vase full of flowers in store window and shuffling back behind the counter, watching the girl with a newfound fondness. "How much do I owe you? I hope I have enough, these'll be perfect for my mothers." She asked him, finally pausing her activities to look up at him.

Apollinaire made it seem like he was thinking, even though he had already made up his mind. He chuckled and slid the vase towards her, "Nah, they're on the house."

"Oh, are you sure, I could at least pay yo-"

"No can do, kid. Anyone who admires my flowers like I do desverves anything from me. Plus, they're for your moms, right?" He asked her, a warm smile gracing his lips.

She nodded her head in response. "Well then, that makes them all the more special. Make sure to give them plenty of ice cold water, the stems stay great that way." He muttered, looking down at an agenda he had set behind the counter.

He heard silence for a small moment before he felt a small pair of paws wrapping around him, a small smile gracing his lips. "Aww, kid, you don't have to hug me. Now go on, these flowers won't last forever." He joked with her, hugging back for a small second before pushing her away with his nose, gently giving her the vase full of flowers and rushing her out of the flower shop.

"Thank you so much Mr... Uh. Hey, what's you're name? She asked quickly, looking at him hurriedly.

Oh, he hasn't thought about that. "Apollinaire, you can just call me Apollin." He said sweetly, nosing her forward once more onto the side walk.

"Apollin, alright, I like that name. My name is Dolly, perhaps I'll come back sometime? I don't know, I'll have to ask my mother, but bye!" She yelled out to him as she rushed down the side walk which he had assumed to be the direction of her home.

Apollinaire smiled, waving his hand and yelling out that she could come back anytine she wanted to. That was the first time he didn't feel lonely in his shop while someone was in it, and such a lovely girl as well. He hoped she did come back, although he didn't think her mothers would feel comfortable with such a thing.

But much to his surprise he found her coming back the next day, and every day after that.

[kayynine]

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[suneater]

Mark

[Foxy The Pirate]

aa when does this end ??

[Venatici]

dropping out for a friend

[evy]

marking maybe? not too sure aa