He didn’t mind that light drizzle of rain or the colder weather like he might have before the wolf came into his life. No longer needing the jacket he wore - though he continued to collect them out of habit - Red embraced the cooler temperatures. Rain tended to make things refreshing, it had the ability to wash away old smells with its light touches, as if cleansing the Earth. He had always been a fan of the sound.
Stomrflowers was one of his favorite places. Dressed casually, even with the obscene mop of bright red hair, the werewolf made his way into the shop. He visited at least once a week (sometimes more if Magda was upset at him more than usual) for Snapdragons - his fiancee’s Aunt’s ideal bloom.
Every time he came home with the flowers he arranged them in the kitchen and set them out in a tall vessel in the foyer for her to see. It was the closest thing to an olive branch he could think of to extend. Some days it worked. Some days it didn’t. The color didn’t matter to him, he was no floral expert, but he was known to get a scatter of hues if they were available. If not, then a single solid color. Magda seemed partial to white, for whatever reason, but they weren’t always what he brought back home.
The arrangement on the counter being created was lovely. His sharp eyes grazed over the outlines of the leaves and the large flowers. It was impressive that someone knew how to coordinate like that.
Hands diving into the pockets of his jacket Red paused at the counter, peered around the large assortment of foliage and offered Parker a grin, “Now that looks stunning.”