Just a Walk (Inv only)

Arthur had to clear his head after that conversation he had with his mother, little sister and that group of island misfits. He was agitated to say the very least. The young man cared deeply about his family and regardless of Fayt and Destinie's ability to handle their own, the last thing he wanted them to do was going off fighting interdimensional beings. Heartless were one thing but whatever the hell Meara and his idiots wanted to do were a whole different ball-game. Despite all that, his mother, Tsumiko shut down all of his points and dismissed just like that, as if none of his concerns mattered. That's why he stormed out the way he did. The last thing he wanted was to argue with his mother over how wrong she was.

The man sighed out in displeasure as he walked the small streets of the mainland. Since the whole freak storm, everyone was trying to get back to their normal lives. Luckily Veara had helped with the restoration of the place. Maybe a patrol around the place could be a way to clear his head. The sea breeze along with the light hustle and bustle of those out and about. Everything was remotely peaceful for the time being, but he still felt on-edge about Destiny Islands. Things were going to hell on the other worlds and in almost the same vein, an accident occurs with rumors of a murder as well. Arthur had to defend his home and protect his family, so a patrol was essential to that end.

Donning his more inconspicuous gear, the silver-blue haired male made his rounds. Those who eyed him closely would be able to notice him by name and appearance, but that was the point. Weeding out the actual members of the community from whatever strangers that he may need to keep an eye on.

Arthur pretended that he hadn't noticed the looks some of the islanders gave him and the way they stayed out of his way, as he walked down the road. Didn't help that he carried his trusty weapon, while wearing that scowl either. The prince sighed to himself and found the patience to let the expressions go, because it's not as though they knew why he was so frustrated to begin with. The whole patrol was supposed to help him take his mind off of the argument, not make up excuses as to why he appeared so "intimidating."

The man nearly felt the want to lower his head in shame a bit, but doing so would have been him secretly admitting that he was wrong. Arthur's own stubborn mindset had him huff, disallowing him from being able to enjoy the day for what it was. This may have continued for the entire day if it wasn't for the stranger who approached him.

This stranger, who was a woman, smelled heavily of flowers. There wasn't a specific scent in general but a myriad of them. Being precise, he described her scent as a "garden." Her dress style had been another aspect which caught his attention, considering how it accentuated the more seductively and womanly sides of her body. Arthur with his narrow vocabulary described her appearance as "attractive." Though, one thing that he might have not notice beyond her physical features, was how he stood there and gawked. His face softened to a degree but he looked stern, as if he didn't want to be bothered by her.

However, he reached out to accept the flower. Taking the stem between his fingers, the knight examined the petals, its colors and quickly came to realize the meaning behind the flower. Blinking several times, Arthur exchanged glances between the flower and the florist. It took him a moment to clear his throat and say something for the first time since storming out of the house.

"I see you enjoy my eyes." The prince stated, a faint tinge of pink then dusted his cheeks. "Thank you for the gift but I don't feel right accepting just the one. Let me..." His voice trailed off as he turned his attention past her and over to the cart that housed all of the flowers she had for sale. "Let me purchase a bouquet or two. They'll be for my mother and sister." Arthur explained and managed to crack a smile, unable to find any more reasons to make himself upset.

"Is something the matter, my lady?" Arthur inquired out of worry seeing as the pink-haired woman gawked at him, much in a similar as he did earlier. Did he say something wrong? Was there a stain on his outfit? The prince wanted to remedy the situation as possible and opened his mouth to speak, but noticed a giggle from her. He tilted his head in confusion but focused on the task at hand.

Following behind the florist, whom he hadn't really noticed until this encounter, Arthur began to kick himself a little. Despite how many times he may have traveled the streets and made sure no form of shady figures wandered about, he just now realized someone like the florist set up a shop there. Was it recent when this happened? Maybe he knew of her but didn't really pay any mind to it. Better yet it'd be safe to say he overlooked her completely. Should anyone try to call him out on it, he'd vehemently deny that he wasn't completely thorough in the work he did. His pride would have been on the line at that point.

Regardless, his rampant thoughts were once again put on track by the florist's inquiry. "Hm..." The silver-blue orbs which he inherited from his mother carefully perused the selection of flowers. All of them were healthy and cultivated with care and even perhaps on a level higher than Tsumiko's. "They're all worthy choices so it presents great difficulty in picking them out. I know the two of them would enjoy any arrangement but that's not good enough for me, so maybe I shall take you up on your offer." Arthur said and gave the gorgeous vendor his confirmation.

From there, he began to describe to the woman how many of each flower he wanted, how they liked them wrapped, the colors and so forth. The knight showed he had a very thorough understanding of a great majority of flowers, plus the personalities and favorites of the women in his family.

Arthur remained ever oblivious to the woman's ogling of him as he searched through her array of flowers. There was that bit of stern resolve on his face but that wasn't because he thought of the argument any longer, but the careful process of bringing home a beautiful apology gift. The little time with the florist and her selection had made the knight thing that he was likely in the wrong, something that had been dismissed by his cousin, Morgan. He trusted her, because of her duty as queen and felt as though she wouldn't steer him wrong. Especially when it came to the judgement of people. One person in particular she seemed insistent on warning him about them. Alas, he shook the thoughts away metaphorically and focused on his task.

It was therapeutic how he went about it and took into consideration the professional's opinions when it came to the more aesthetic choices of the bouquets. Nevertheless, he went with what she suggested seeing as he figured that she had way more knowledge about it than he did. What he learned came from his mother, whom was a retired idol and likely hadn't done much flower cataloging in a while. Hopefully this would get her back in that groove and away from those accursed block towers. When everything was said and done, he hummed in confidence. Even the florist shared his enthusiasm concerning the arrangement.

"Ah, that's much sooner than previously stated. I can't argue with the speed of your craft, though, since it'd be a giant favor if it was ready at your earliest convenience." The man said and reached into his pocket, pulling out the specially crafted wallet (a project he did for himself some time ago) and pulled out the money for it. Taking a look at her prices, he nodded at the sum total and doubled it. "Here, this should be acceptable payment for the flowers and decorations, plus the labor you'll put into it." Arthur said easily and handed the currency over to her.

Arthur was stopped successfully but there had been a bit of a grimace to his face. It didn't sit right with him to just get a freebie. The chivalrous nature he embedded into himself had started to surface, but recalling how stern his mother became when he was too much of a gentleman, he conceded defeat. "Fine, but I will repay you for this somehow, Ms...?" And just like that, his face reddened. Not from the gentle touch and smoothness of the woman's skin, it wasn't any of that. It was because Arthur didn't even bother to know her name.

Immediately, he stiffened up, wallet still in hand and gave a deep bow of respect, out of forgiveness. "Forgive me, my lady! I haven't even given my name! I am Arthur Darkson, of the Darkson family. May I know your name?" Arthur inquired before he rose from his bow.