[-and Gepard looks at Sampo for a moment too long, and maybe a moment too hard, and he chews on the inside of his cheek, wondering at how thorough that answer feels compared to how often Sampo says he goes here - every once in a while. Maybe he's just sheltered? It feels like he's just sheltered. But there's no good way of asking the guy you barely know if you're sheltered or not, so, maybe it's a sign that Gepard Landau should let it go.
So.
He lets it go.] Well. It's a good idea. It's a little embarrassing that I haven't thought about doing something like this. [If anything, he's like a puppy, except the leash he's stuck on is Sampo's arm- it's a nice leash, but also it's still a leash. Which, also-]
If you-
[There's no good way of saying if that caffeine goes straight to your head and you feel like passing out it's okay to sit on a bench and I can get you some water - so, ignoring that.]
Nevermind. [He's also feeling like a tourist, but it can't be helped. Also that one flower over there looks interesting, and, much like a puppy on a leash, Geppie's trying to amble over without actually ambling over- Sampo's the third wheel to flowers and Gepard, at least for the moment.]
[Figuring out shit to do when you're too stressed or bored or whatever to figure it out yourself. That's totally part of it, welcome to the Sampo Koski friendship package.]
[If anything, when Gepard gets distracted by a flower, Sampo's the one that feels like he's on a leash-- being pulled along by an overexcited golden retriever that wants to sniff all the trees at the dog park. It's endearing, in no small part because Gepard's cute and there's a lot that Sampo will tolerate for a handsome man. He'll be the third wheel to a plant for a while, because it makes his not-date so happy.]
[There's a plaque next to the flower that talks about that particular flower, providing helpful information like what kind of flower it is and its scientific name, where it comes from, the kind of climate it likes and whether it's endangered or not. Fun trivia for nerds, really, Sampo doesn't usually read this kind of thing. He's just there to look at the flowers and take in the vibes, not to learn. If he wanted to do that, he would've gone back to college and, like, not failed out this time.]
What do you think? [It's a nice flower. Very flower like, it's got petals and leaves and everything.] Passes muster?
[And boy, is he enjoying himself. He knees before one plant - this requires letting go of Sampo, and Gepard's forgotten about the ever present risk that Sampo might topple over and die of a heart attack, oohing and aahing over a plant. And then he stands and relinks arms and drags Sampo off to a second plant. This is the hell that Sampo has set himself up for. All for a pair of blue eyes.]
It's beautiful. [Too bad this isn't closer to work. He'd constantly go on his lunch breaks and he'd never emerge.] This flower is- [And he goes on a couple minute ramble about the basics, which segues into a story about a client which starts off basic - client wants thing, he offers thing, but segues into-] -then we had an argument about whether or not hyacinths and foxes were native to the same region- they wanted an arrangement that had plants and animals that would be found in the wild together, but I said they had the wrong fox. But I asked my sister- Lynx, she's my younger sister, and she suggested a mongoose, and my client liked that.
[Sampo lets himself get dragged along from plant to plant, sipping his abomination of a coffee while Gepard admires each flower. He even listens when Gepard starts nerding out about them. Sampo might be the guy who sells flowers, but that doesn't mean that he knows all that much about them-- he just has a good eye for putting them together in ways that are aesthetically pleasing. Flowers are a business for him, but they're clearly a passion for Gepard.]
A mongoose! That's an interesting one. [He's pretty sure he knows what a mongoose is. They eat snakes or something? Maybe?] Is your sister some kind of biologist? Or does she just really like animals? I wouldn't be able to tell you what's native to where.
[Is it a whole family of people with very narrow special interests? Gepard and his flowers, his sister and animals? That can probably happen, right, where you have a bunch of siblings who just decided to hyperfixate on different things.]
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So.
He lets it go.] Well. It's a good idea. It's a little embarrassing that I haven't thought about doing something like this. [If anything, he's like a puppy, except the leash he's stuck on is Sampo's arm- it's a nice leash, but also it's still a leash. Which, also-]
If you-
[There's no good way of saying if that caffeine goes straight to your head and you feel like passing out it's okay to sit on a bench and I can get you some water - so, ignoring that.]
Nevermind. [He's also feeling like a tourist, but it can't be helped. Also that one flower over there looks interesting, and, much like a puppy on a leash, Geppie's trying to amble over without actually ambling over- Sampo's the third wheel to flowers and Gepard, at least for the moment.]
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[Figuring out shit to do when you're too stressed or bored or whatever to figure it out yourself. That's totally part of it, welcome to the Sampo Koski friendship package.]
[If anything, when Gepard gets distracted by a flower, Sampo's the one that feels like he's on a leash-- being pulled along by an overexcited golden retriever that wants to sniff all the trees at the dog park. It's endearing, in no small part because Gepard's cute and there's a lot that Sampo will tolerate for a handsome man. He'll be the third wheel to a plant for a while, because it makes his not-date so happy.]
[There's a plaque next to the flower that talks about that particular flower, providing helpful information like what kind of flower it is and its scientific name, where it comes from, the kind of climate it likes and whether it's endangered or not. Fun trivia for nerds, really, Sampo doesn't usually read this kind of thing. He's just there to look at the flowers and take in the vibes, not to learn. If he wanted to do that, he would've gone back to college and, like, not failed out this time.]
What do you think? [It's a nice flower. Very flower like, it's got petals and leaves and everything.] Passes muster?
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It's beautiful. [Too bad this isn't closer to work. He'd constantly go on his lunch breaks and he'd never emerge.] This flower is- [And he goes on a couple minute ramble about the basics, which segues into a story about a client which starts off basic - client wants thing, he offers thing, but segues into-] -then we had an argument about whether or not hyacinths and foxes were native to the same region- they wanted an arrangement that had plants and animals that would be found in the wild together, but I said they had the wrong fox. But I asked my sister- Lynx, she's my younger sister, and she suggested a mongoose, and my client liked that.
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A mongoose! That's an interesting one. [He's pretty sure he knows what a mongoose is. They eat snakes or something? Maybe?] Is your sister some kind of biologist? Or does she just really like animals? I wouldn't be able to tell you what's native to where.
[Is it a whole family of people with very narrow special interests? Gepard and his flowers, his sister and animals? That can probably happen, right, where you have a bunch of siblings who just decided to hyperfixate on different things.]