Who knew that smelling the roses could take such a literal sense? The way Nicholas inhaled the varying scents of each flower would make you think he was searching for the essence of life or on an express train to allergyville.
Nonetheless, the prince finally found what he was looking for, and paid handsomely for it. The cashier, finding the gentleman had paid far too much, quickly brought it to his attention.
“Keep it,” he hummed, idly rubbing his finger and thumb on a petal. “You deserve it.” Strolling out of the shop before another word could be uttered, he clutched the bouquet close and looked about the bustling city. Just as he had picked his destination and was about to move, a rambunctious group of adults bumped rather roughly into him, causing him to lose grasp of the bouquet and earn it a couple of shoe marks from being stepped on. The fur on his tails fluffed out as he quickly began to recover each scattered rose-of course losing some to careless walkers.
He could only sigh as some continued to roll out from his reach.