[Gift] The 11th Hour | Bouquet

The skitter-scuttling plap-plap-plap of Glitch’s feet could not have been more obvious even if he were trying to be sneaky. The bright gleam of his Star Pearl above him zipped through tables and benches, each covered in potted plants, large vegetables, and an endless amount of flowers.

The bright Jungle dragon stopped suddenly, the after-image around him seeming to stop several frames later, then it lunged seconds before he did, squirreling up onto a tablecloth and waving his wings to alleviate some of the weight so that it didn’t come crashing down around him.

Now, he could very well have flown to do his mischief, but there was something sneakier about running underfoot, even if he wasn’t, truth be told, being that sneaky about it.

Not that everyone at the flower show was aware of him. There was simply too much going on. But people noticed the strange flash of light as his Star Pearl caught the sun overhead or blinked at the neon travesty amidst more natural colors.

Some of them might even be inclined to do something, if they’d noticed him picking up a sunflower here or a hydrangea there. Gathering armfuls of mints and shoving cherry tomatoes onto the spines on top of his head before scurrying back towards his collection of prizes hidden not far away.

He’d made a bouquet of flowers, fruit, and veg, stuffed haphazardly into an earthenware vase he’d nicked from a farmer’s market several weeks ago. The more of his prizes he put in, the more chaotic and purposeless it looked, all aimless colorful nonsense and an overpowering floral aroma.

Glitch rubbed his forelegs together gleefully, then turned and scurried out again. Just a little more.