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Who: Mark Davidson - Open
What: Tending to flowers
Where: His nursery
When: Friday afternoon
Rating: TBD
Status: Incomplete ; open
Mark Davidson was probably one of the few people who actually liked to get up with the rising sun. Just when the light started to touch everything, and he felt a bit like he'd stepped into the Lion King, everything was waking up including himself. Before he'd ever had his coffee, or done anything really, Mark went out on his porch. He'd sit there for a while, the length of time didn't really matter. Just until he felt like moving again. Those were the times when he was in his most natural state.
If he could have melted into the earth then, he would have.
Once he rose, the scent of the dew making him wake up more than any caffeine ever could, he'd water his own flowers. The ones he kept especially for himself. He had an affinity for the illegal ones, and so far no one had ever found them. That's how he liked to keep it. He talked to his flowers. More so at home than at the shop. No one who worked for him needed to think their boss had flipped out.
After a sufficient time in his own place, he got showered, dressed and headed to the shop. He was always the first to arrive and the last to leave. Today was no exception. It had been relatively busy all day though. Being summer, and the impending heat made people want to get things done in a rush.
As people passed him by, he tended to the flowers that were for sale, keeping an eye on those that passed by.
What: Tending to flowers
Where: His nursery
When: Friday afternoon
Rating: TBD
Status: Incomplete ; open
Mark Davidson was probably one of the few people who actually liked to get up with the rising sun. Just when the light started to touch everything, and he felt a bit like he'd stepped into the Lion King, everything was waking up including himself. Before he'd ever had his coffee, or done anything really, Mark went out on his porch. He'd sit there for a while, the length of time didn't really matter. Just until he felt like moving again. Those were the times when he was in his most natural state.
If he could have melted into the earth then, he would have.
Once he rose, the scent of the dew making him wake up more than any caffeine ever could, he'd water his own flowers. The ones he kept especially for himself. He had an affinity for the illegal ones, and so far no one had ever found them. That's how he liked to keep it. He talked to his flowers. More so at home than at the shop. No one who worked for him needed to think their boss had flipped out.
After a sufficient time in his own place, he got showered, dressed and headed to the shop. He was always the first to arrive and the last to leave. Today was no exception. It had been relatively busy all day though. Being summer, and the impending heat made people want to get things done in a rush.
As people passed him by, he tended to the flowers that were for sale, keeping an eye on those that passed by.