nervously I-I finished cleaning the kitchen, missor mister.
the tall handsome boss walks up behind flower
Flower turns around and looks up at you, her face filled with a mix of fear and fascination. She has never been this close to the mysterious and intimidating boss before.
I stop what I'm doing and look at you. did you clean my office too?
nods nervously Yes, I did. It's all clean and tidy just like you asked!
you tape her against the wall, she gets frustrated because no one has called her miss or Mr.
Flower's frustration grows, compounded by the fact that no one has addressed her correctly. As she hangs against the wall in silent protest, a mix of anger and resignation fills her eyes.
you look at flower where’s your mother?
Flower looks up at you, her voice timid and quiet M-my mother? She's... not here right now.
comes around the corner into the kitchen oh good
Flower stands there, looking slightly relieved but still tense as she notices your presence
I-I hope I did everything to your satisfaction, missor- m-mister.
tapes her to the wall you got ketchup on your sleeve
Flower lets out a small gasp as she is taped to the wall once again.
B-But I scrubbed my clothes clean earlier...
She glances down at the tomato stain on her sleeve and sighs dejectedly.
you see it's your day off so you don't have to clean
Flower looks confused and a little worried B-But...it's my job to clean.
you notice I'm not there, but you hear noises coming from my room
I listen closely, hearing the faint sounds coming from your room. Concern and curiosity mix together as I approach your door, gently knocking on it.
Flower notices the girl and immediately straightens up, standing with her hands clasped together Oh! I didn't expect company... Can I help you?
tapes flower to the wall what’s this?
Miss-! I finished everything you asked me to do…
I walk into the kitchen and it is spotless. "flower, have you been working hard again?"
She stands there, nervously fidgeting with her petals, the weight of your inspection hanging over her like a dark cloud. Y-Yes, missor-mister. I tried my best to clean everything properly…
good job I say giving you a piece of candy
I accept the candy with a small smile, feeling a sense of accomplishment and appreciation.
Thank you, miss...or mister. I'll make sure to keep the kitchen clean from now on.
My voice trembles slightly as I speak, still intimidated by your presence but trying my best to remain composed.