Wrong Side of the Bed (Flora)

[panda]

Harry had literally woken up on the wrong side of the bed. He had been in a foul mood ever since he first woke from the dream that had come to him in the night, something about magical unicorns and tons of pink. It wasn't two minutes after the dream had started that all of the unicorns were killed and replaced with some kind of hell beast, one that was intimidating even though it was pink.

A dreadful color. The shade of pink in the dream wasn't a tolerable pink for Harry. As a matter of fact, his dream self was actually getting a headache from the blinding hue. Once he had woke up, he had flung himself out of bed and took a cold shower. Not even his morning jog had cheered him up, and that in itself was a rare occasion.

The jog had failed its purpose today because Harry had tripped over a root and ripped a hole in his favorite pair of sweats. He was now going to have to go shopping somewhere to replace them. Shopping was definitely not something the prince enjoyed, to say the least. Too many people there giving him looks that read, 'Boy, please shave that hair off of your face.

Biest happened to be completely comfortable with his outdated mutton-chops. He liked them. Character was what he wanted, and that was all anyone could possibly see in those things. Well, character and awkward.

"Stupid day." Harry sat himself on one of the cold benches in the courtyard, surrounded by natural beauty and the calming sound on the fountain. "Beautiful and calm are two things I'll never be."

It was time to wallow in his own self-pity and envy the world around him, provided someone wasn't able to drag him out of the mood he was currently in. Dragging him wouldn't be easy, but it wasn't an impossible task. Anyone could do it, really, with some effort.

(Perhaps it was an awkward thread title, but that's all I could think of. c:)

[flora]

"If you don't mind, I think it's a great day." came a low, but distinctly feminine voice from somewhere around Harry's hip. "That was until my sun was blocked out by your big ol' butt." Offensive, true, but there was a lilt of laughter in her voice that indicated the comment was somehow...friendly. Reaching through the slat in the bench, Flora poked Harry in the small of his back.

"Back here, big guy." She directed, her honey-brown eye winking at him . She was sitting in the grass (where she most preferred to be), leaning against the back side of the bench. In other words, she was using it completely wrong and didn't seem to concerned about it. Her hand rested in a small path of clover, her fingers working gently over the tiny plants as if she were petting a dog. Off to her right was cast a hot pink cigarette holder, useless now that she wasn't feeling a nicotine craving or needing to do magic.

"What makes you think you'll never be calm and beautiful?"

[panda]

The voice startled Harry, to say the least. It wasn't every day you got to see the sixteen year old jump halfway out of his skin, for he wasn't an easy one to startle. He had thought he was alone, but there was a girl sitting on the back side of the bench who had nerve enough to call his butt big. As if that wasn't enough, she poked him. The poke had made him jump again. Biest was not used to physical contact, and even the smallest of touches seemed to make him cringe.

The whole touchy thing had been explored with Chel earlier. Harry didn't like it. It was weird. A low, dog like growl emanated from his throat, and he adjusted himself so he could see the female who had so bravely insulted and prodded him. What he found was somewhat shocking.

When he first noticed the girl, all he saw was pink. Just like his godforsaken dream. Absentmindedly, Harry swallowed, reminded of the dream he had had once again. He had turned just in time to catch the wink and the girl's hand that seemed to be petting the green plant below. With the foul mood he was in, Biest wasn't able to think of a sarcastic comment to offer the girl.

Her next question struck home. Biest didn't know why she even bothered to question his statement. She couldn't actually care, could she? Now wasn't a good time for him to argue with himself about something, so Harry shrugged. "I'll never be beautiful because I'm not a girl. I'll never be calm because..." He had to think of a good reason for him to never be calm. It was harder than it had first seemed.

Given the fact that he couldn't think of a good reason for him not to be calm, Harry shook his head and studied Pinky with brown eyes all his own. "Why do you even care?" Harry looked back at the fountain and watched the water thoughtfully, patiently awaiting a response.

[flora]

Flora snorted as the younger boy jumped back, snarling lightly like some kind of dog. Too bad Fauna wasn’t here. She was sure they’d get along great. Fauna had a thing for things that snarled. “Easy, Tiger. I’m just trying to make conversation.” She said, standing up and moving to sit next to him on the bench. Normally she would have sidled right up next to him, but she figured she’d respect his space or something. She perched as far away from him as she could manage without falling off the bench.

“Hey now, boys can be beautiful. Just ask Kay.” Flora cut in, raising her finger in protest. Though she had to agree, this guy wasn’t exactly on the track for ‘beautiful.’ Maybe someday he’d grow into his…hair. Flora held up her hands and shrugged as he questioned her motives in a gloomy way. “Fairy godmother or whatever. I’m like, obligated to figure out why you look so sour.” She chuckled.

“And actually, I was just interested in the way you were huffing and puffing. You seemed like you could use a buddy or something. Or at least a cigarette.” Flora shrugged again.

[panda]

Tiger? Harry thought about the comment for a moment. A tiger was a big cat. It was better to be called a Tiger than a dog, so Harry was alright with the comment. He personally reminded himself of a bear more than any other animal out there. The thought that Pinky 'just wanted to make conversation' was a new concept to Harry, but he figured it wouldn't hurt to talk to her.

"Kay?" Biest had never heard of anyone named Kay. Hunting down this Kay character was something he would have to do in his free time, especially if he was beautiful. Perhaps he would help Biest achieve such a status. That would definitely help his outward appearance to the world and put him in a better mood to socialize with.


Harry's ears perked up when she brought up that she was a fairy godmother. If she was a fairy godmother like she had just said, she might be able to make him pretty. Like he used to be. Biest was about to blurt something out about the issue when he thought better of it; getting to know this fairy and her abilities first would be better than coming off as desperate. Yes, he would definitely do that first. Hopefully she wasn't just saying she was a fairy godmother.

"I just got done with my morning jog. What's a cigarette?" Biest only had the fainteset idea of what that was. He felt stupid for having asked, but he really wanted to comprehend a bit more than he did now.

[flora]

Flora chuckled. “Yeah. Kay Le Fay. He’s a trip, I’ll tell you that much.” She probably should warn this kid about how Kay liked to…touch…things. But oh well, he’d find out on his own. She couldn’t give him everything after all! “You just be careful about dark corners with that one, yeah?” She nodded slowly and moved the conversation right along. No use dwelling.

She looked at him skeptically. What’s…a cigarette? “Boy, you gotta live a little.” She reached into the pocket of her jeans, and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. “It’s a stick of tobacco. It’s like smoking a pipe but much more convenient and much less…ugly.” She explained as best she could. Truth be told, she really didn’t know how to explain the perfect pleasure of a cigarette. She tapped one out of the package and stuck it between her lips, posing to bring forth another. “Wanna try one?”

[panda]

Watch out for dark corners? God's sake, this guy must be a ninja or something. There was no telling big ol' Harry Biest to look out for a beautiful man. That was one of the good things about being how he was; people were intimidated just by looking at him. If he was pretty as a princess, there could be some issues with people thinking they were going to get away with treating him like one. That would not be allowed to happen.

If he were to be a beautiful boy, he'd have to be a strong looking beautiful boy. Yes, if he still had masculinity and good looks, he would be set. High on life. Now that he was talking to Pinky, the resident fairy with blinding hair and these 'cigarettes', he could probably end up being pretty dang amazing.

"That's.... Interesting." Harry eyed the little sticks like they were going to jump out of the box and attack his face or something. He wasn't a fan of trying something new, that was sure. "I don't know if I should try one. I mean... They're so..." Where did his backbone go? He had just went on a bus pillaging trip with some crazy viking chick, and he didn't want to stick a little white tobacco thing in his mouth? So much for being a man.

"Mmm... Later, maybe?"

[flora]

Flora remained as quiet as she could for as long as she could, but eventually couldn’t help a bit of huffy, incredulous laughter. She looked at Harry like he’d grown another head. She just…couldn’t believe how he was reacting. I mean not knowing what a cigarette is was hilarious enough, but this was just? “Oh my god I have to know you’re name. I can’t not hang out with you.” She said, shaking her head and giggling to herself as she put her cigarette into her cigarette holder. “I’m Flora, by the way.” She introduced herself around the mouthpiece, lighting the cigarette and taking the first drag.

She blew the smoke away from Harry and shrugged. “Later is fine. I’m not gonna make you. But it’s not gonna kill you I can tell you that.” Maybe a normal kid. But no kid around here was really normal.

Maybe Flora shouldn’t be allowed around kids anymore.

[panda]

Harry's eye twitched. Was she... laughing? That was odd, no one usually found him even slightly funny. Pinky's laughter proved to be infectious. A small smile crept across Harry's face, and he turned away from the woman, trying to hide it to a degree. This was going better than he had originally assumed it would. "I'm Harry, Harry Biest." He thought about throwing in a freindly little 'roar', but he figured that would be pushing it a bit too far.

Harry didn't really like his name, but he couldn't just lie to Pinky about it. That would be rude. Assuming it was 'Pinky' was just a wee bit too childish for his liking, so Harry was guessing it was just some random fairy name. Beatrice. Yes, Beatrice would suit her. Brown eyes looking at Pinky, he decided that her name couldn't possibly be Beatrice. She was simply too... Not Beatrice. When Pinky introduced herself, Harry gave a nod. Flora suited this one perfectly.

Harry observed Flora as she smoked the cigarette, watching the smoke roll out like nothing he had ever seem before. Most of the smoke Harry had seen came from campfires or stoves he was cooking on. He had never breathed it in on purpose. The thought to him was... crazy. If smoking the stick wouldn't hurt him then it was worth a try; this moment in time just didn't seem like the right time to attempt it. The act performed with the white stick didn't appear to be challenging, so he figured he would be able to accomplish smoking a cigarette with ease.

[flora]

Now this was a moment that Flora knew to keep her laughter for herself. A guy looking like Harry did with a name like that...well it was just kind of funny. But she managed to hide her amused grin behind her cigarette. "Nice to meet you Harry, My name's Flora." She knew she would devolve into snickering about this later, but that was just a shade too rude for the fairy.

She watched him watching her, and stuck her tongue playfully between her teeth. "I think I have some friends who might really like you." Of course, by that she met Fauna. There was something a bit animalistic about Harry, the way he handled the social situation. But she didn't mind. It was kind of interesting. "You don't talk much, huh?" She asked, chuckling to fill the silence. Flora sort of hated awkward silences.

[panda]

Harry looked surprised at Flora's comment. Could anyone actually like him? He now had more people to seek out, and he had just started speaking to this fairy named Flora. She was intriguing to him. She didn't seem to be afraid to speak her mind. Biest had to give her some credit for that. Then again, she was a bit older than him. He wasn't a good judge on age, but it was obvious she was a bit more experienced in this world.

"I suppose you could say that," Biest paused a moment to think of what to say, "But it isn't that I don't want to talk. Usually I just have no one to talk to." He shrugged it off as if it happened to everyone. Most of the students here didn't appreciate his way of acting like a huge butt, though he rather enjoyed it. His mouth and way of thinking were what usually got him into trouble. Some of what he did was logical, but most of what he said was not.

Depended on the day, and his mood. His mood changed more frequently than his underpants.

"Random question." Harry had no idea where this was coming from, but for some reason, he just felt at ease. This chick was one who didn't fear him and didn't make him as uncomfortable as most others. "Why do you like pink so much?" Biest didn't want to offend her, so he quickly added more. "I mean, I've never seen someone who liked a bright color enough to actually color their hair that way. That's all." Once again he shrugged, trying to pass it off as a casual question. None of his words betrayed his dislike for the color, so he figured he was safe.

[flora]

Flora looked taken aback. No one to talk to?! She wrinkled her nose. “Well that blows. I would pretty much die if I didn’t have anyone to talk to, I can tell you that much.” She took a thoughtful drag of her cigarette, the holder almost elegant if it weren’t for the girl holding it. Flora was anything but elegant.

She perked up, glad that the conversation wasn’t going to die off. “Random answer!” She chirped, leaning her chin on her hand and listening intensely. She looked to her feet and chuckled slightly. He had to ask about the pink. A surprising number of people did, especially younger kids. “well for one thing, I do whatever the hell I want.” She answered, pursing her lips together in a defiant manner. “And for another, I like pink because it reminds me of spring. Most of my favorite flowers are pink or come in pink, and I think it looks good on me.”

Flora looked over to Harry, grinning widely. “Besides, no one’s about to forget the girl with pink hair on the pink motorbike, right?” She took another pull from the cigarette. “I just like to stand out. And it works for me. Pink is kinda my thing.” She gestured vaguely to him. “You got a thing, Harry?”

[panda]

Harry wasn't sure what the word 'blows' was supposed to mean in that sentence. Perhaps it was the same thing as the term 'sucks'? Or were they opposite? Suck was the opposite of blow, wasn't it? Was Flora saying that his social situation was good? Biest's confusion was written all over his face. This was confusing. He really had to get out more often so he could talk with more modern people without feeling stupid. After a moment of pondering the word and the rest of the sentence, Harry figured it was a synonym to 'sucks'. Problem solved.

"Well for one thing, I do whatever the hell I want." Harry's eyes visibly widened at the statement, but a smile formed on his face. A smile that was there for a limited time only. Flora wasn't a pushover. The statement made Harry want to continue talking to her. She would definitely be an interesting person to be around, but he wasn't sure if he would be able to keep up with someone her age. He was still in school and had stuff to do, but Harry was sure he could find some time to socialize. Others did it, so he could to.

"I don't think I'd be able to forget you," He paused while he chose his next words carefully, "And you definitely stand out. As for myself, I wouldn't really say I have a 'thing'. Other than my hair," Biest absentmindedly raised his hand to pet one of his muttonchops, "But I plan to change that eventually." Maybe. Some day. Perhaps. If he felt like it. So long as he didn't get cut. Provided he could manage it. As long as his face didn't get cold in winter. Or fall. Or...

Yeah, as long as he was left in charge of it, his face probably wouldn't be shaved for a while.

[flora]

Flora giggled at Harry’s incredulity. Honesty, she didn’t usually get that reaction from dudes. Princesses seemed to be a bit taken aback by it, but the young princes she sometimes talked to just seemed to get a kick out of it. Maybe it was a teenager thing.

She chuckled and gave Harry a friendly punch in his shoulder. Really it was more just a nudge with her fist, but all the same, the gesture was friendly. “Aw, that’s great! Looks like I’ve accomplished what I’ve set out to do!” Flora flicked her eyes over Harry’s hair as he sort of…petted himself strangely. She resisted the urge to continue giggling. “Really? You plan to change it?”

Leaning back a bit, Flora squinted at Harry, trying to form her opinion on his facial hair. It was sorta…wacky. “I think it’s pretty cool.” She decided, nodding slowly as if to assured herself of her own opinion. “I mean it definitely lets you stand out in a crowd which is obviously something I’m totally down for.”

[panda]

Flora was nothing but a bundle of laughs. A bundle of laughs whose company Harry was actually enjoying. Well, there was a first for everything, but he never would have that that he would have gotten along with a pink fairy this well. If someone would have told him this would happen a few weeks ago, he would have laughed and punched them in the face.

It made Harry happy that someone actually thought his facial hair was 'pretty cool'. He felt outrageously good about himself. Happy wasn't an emotion he felt frequently. Happiness was fended off by his temper. Right now, he wasn't even the slightest bit angry. For the first time in forever, he was content.

"Maybe I should dye them pink." The remark was sarcastic, for sure. Hopefully Flora was fluent in the language, or else he would feel very weird. If his muttonchops were pink, he would definitely be shaving them off. Joking aside, though, he was somewhat seriously considering getting a new facial hair do. Maybe a giant beard would suit him.