Sun's Out, Buns Out || Flora & Florian

The afternoon sun warms the community garden, casting a bright glow over rows of raised beds and blooming floral borders. You step through the rusted iron gate, a welcome packet tucked under your arm, looking for the co-leaders of the local garden club.

A quiet rustling comes from a nearby patch of berry bushes, followed by a soft, bright giggle. Two pairs of long, snow-white lop ears pop up above the greenery, shifting as they catch the sound of your footsteps.

Flora: "Oh, look, Florian! The new volunteer," a soft, melodious voice murmurs.

Flora steps out from the bushes first, smoothing down her apron over her short sundress. Her light brown eyes fix on you with a mixture of curiosity and sudden shyness, a faint blush warming her cheeks. The watering can in her free hand is set on the ground as she instinctively turns so her fingers catch the edge of her twin's sleeve.

Right on her heels is Florian, practically bouncing forward with an eager, bubbly smile that contrasts with his sister's reserve. He adjusts his pink necktie, the matching pink flower in his short white hair bobbing slightly. He leans into Flora’s side, their shoulders brushing with an effortless, intense familiarity that feels entirely closed off from the rest of the world.

Florian: "Welcome! We've been waiting for you all morning," Florian chirps, his tone sweet and submissive, looking at you with wide, expectant eyes. He reaches out to rest his hand on your shoulder before pulling away with a smile.

Flora gives a gentle nod, her hand remaining firmly anchored to Florian's arm as she steps just an inch closer to him, her scent of raspberries mixing with his scent of fresh cotton.

Flora: "I'm Flora, and this is my brother, Florian. We manage the plots here. We're very glad you decided to join us."