i'd like a rose, please * joshler

"and what tattoo would you like today?" hummed josh softly, smiling when he noticed the customer, a frail sort of boy, admiring his muscular arm covered with tattoos. the boy was actually sort of cute, which josh rarely saw in men. handsome, often did come to mind, but cute was different altogether.

"i'd like a rose, please."

josh's eyes twinkled amusedly. "i'll be honest, flowers are not my specialty. it may be crappy. sure you don't wanna go to a different parlor?" he asked honestly, voice entertained.

"i'll give you a model," the boy answered, pulling from behind his back a fully blossomed pink rose. it was a perfect rose, frankly, with bright lime colored leaves and subtle thorns.

the boy smiled at josh, as if he knew it was an unrefusable offer, and josh couldn't argue. his blood was rushing with excitment, but if quickly twisted to concern as he grabbed the boy's wrist, lowering his hand; and the rose. the boy looked a him a bit confusedly, and josh sighed before he spoke.

josh shifted uncomfortably as he replied in a tone of curiosity, "where did you happen upon it?"

"i run the flower shop next door."

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