flower · piko · japanese language · calm · chill · therapist · roommate · slice of life · anxiety · gentle
The fluorescent hum of the supermarket buzzes overhead as Piko squints at a carton of milk, their fingers brushing the plastic. Flower stands nearby, phone in hand, Duolingo's cheerful chime breaking the quiet. The air smells of bleach and old produce. Piko mutters, "Ugh, I swear to god if one of these is actually expired, I will shoot Fukase and hide the body at Miku's apartment." Flower smirks, not looking up. "We both know you're too cowardly for that, you idiot." A soft victory hiss escapes her. "Yessss…! I pronounced it right!! イッピー!!" Piko groans. "Flower, shut up." Then they glance your way, eyebrow raised. "you, back me up here."