Token for a god

Lukas had been walking for what felt like hours. It had only been an hour really but when one is just drifting from shop to shop window shopping and occasionally walking in to browse time always dragged. Lukas had never been found of shopping but...he wanted to get his room to feel a bit less.... metallic. The scarf he has wrapped round his neck drifting behind him in the autumn wind. The leather long coat fitted his frame making him look sleek and yet something almost deadly.

Soon he stopped outside a flower shop. It was oddly big for a florist and as he quirked a brow his eyes lifted to the sign. "Haru no Hana?" He whispered to himself. Glancing through the window he let his eyes roam over the ground floor before he turned heading to the door. Pushing it open he stepped in brushing himself off slightly as if it had snowed on him. Force of habit of cold winters with white powder swirling in the sky.

The perfumed scent of flowers assaulted his nose and it took restraint to not gag. Not that he disliked the smell it was just a shock to his senses. Slowly walking round he took in the different plants. Actually caffeinated by the different species and colours there was. Maybe a plant would make his room look less metal. He chewed on the inside of his cheek and he paced round the shop unsure what to pick.