What are you doing here?
WHO: Berwald & Marcello
WHEN: May 27th, late morning
WHERE: The flower & giftshop Mimosa
WHAT: Berwald finds Marcello.
Berwald opened the door to the store, scent of flowers wafting against him. What would he do with it if Marcello didn't come back? He'd already learned the hard way sometimes people just had to disappear, so a part of him was expecting Marcello to do the same.
Well, no use thinking about it quite yet. Better to concentrate with dealing with the tasks that had to be done in the here and now... like feeding the cat. Berwald took up the bowls on the floor, rinsing it under water from the sink against one wall, before filling one bowl with water and the other with food, like he'd been doing every morning since Marcello's disappearance. In a way it was good to have at least that routine of walking to the store and back every morning to to check on the cat and water the flowers.
Berwald had already put bowls down and was watering the few flowerpots placed at the front part of the store, when he realized he could hear something he shouldn't have... faint snoring? From behind the counter. He froze, watering can in hand, before putting it down as noiselessly as possible and casting about for something... ah, there, a shovel. Not particularly large, but it should be of some use against the potential burglar...
He crept around the counter, shovel raised like a baseball bat, and saw... the shovel clattered to the floor with a loud sound as Berwald recognized the sleeping man. He barely did, with his torn clothes and bruised face... what had happened to him?
WHEN: May 27th, late morning
WHERE: The flower & giftshop Mimosa
WHAT: Berwald finds Marcello.
Berwald opened the door to the store, scent of flowers wafting against him. What would he do with it if Marcello didn't come back? He'd already learned the hard way sometimes people just had to disappear, so a part of him was expecting Marcello to do the same.
Well, no use thinking about it quite yet. Better to concentrate with dealing with the tasks that had to be done in the here and now... like feeding the cat. Berwald took up the bowls on the floor, rinsing it under water from the sink against one wall, before filling one bowl with water and the other with food, like he'd been doing every morning since Marcello's disappearance. In a way it was good to have at least that routine of walking to the store and back every morning to to check on the cat and water the flowers.
Berwald had already put bowls down and was watering the few flowerpots placed at the front part of the store, when he realized he could hear something he shouldn't have... faint snoring? From behind the counter. He froze, watering can in hand, before putting it down as noiselessly as possible and casting about for something... ah, there, a shovel. Not particularly large, but it should be of some use against the potential burglar...
He crept around the counter, shovel raised like a baseball bat, and saw... the shovel clattered to the floor with a loud sound as Berwald recognized the sleeping man. He barely did, with his torn clothes and bruised face... what had happened to him?