#(really excited for this one tbh...its great to have an audrey to interact with!!)

[young-botanical-genius]

@just-me-and-the-toaster

Seymour shivered in the cold night air as he walked down Skid Row's quiet streets. He didn't know where exactly he was planning on going, all he knew was that he needed to get out of the shop for a little while. The nightmare that he had awoken from minutes before, filled with blood and vines and the deep, rumbling laughter of a certain hungry plant, had been so distressing that he had practically thrown himself out of bed, hurrying to put on his glasses, a pair of socks, shoes, and an old, worn winter coat over his pajamas before making a quick exit through the back door of the building. Sure, it wasn't the most glamorous look for an up-and-coming experimental botanist such as himself, but given that the late (...or early?) hour meant that there was barely anyone around, let alone the press, he couldn't bring himself to care much about the way he looked right now.

His heart was still pounding in his chest as images from his horrible dream continued to pass through his mind. Maybe he deserved to feel this kind of fear. He had done so many terrible things lately. Yes, perhaps Orin's death could be justified, but leading Mr. Mushnik into the plant? ...What had he been thinking?

His spiral of thoughts was interrupted once he snapped back into reality, realizing where he was; standing in front of Schmendrik's. And... the lights were still on? Huh. Having never visited at such an ungodly time before, he somehow hadn't known this place was a 24-hour establishment.

...Maybe some cheap food, or at least the atmosphere of the place, would help in calming his head.

Deciding not to hesitate any longer, Seymour made his way towards the door. The bell chimed as he opened it and stepped inside, and he let out a quiet sigh as slightly warmer air replaced the chill that had previously surrounded him. Taking a quick glance around, he was grateful to find that there seemed to be nobody here. Nobody, except for a familiar head of blonde hair seated in one of the booths.

Audrey?

Drawn to the sight, he stepped nearer to the figure, blinking in surprise once a closer look confirmed that it was indeed his girlfriend (god, it still felt so strange to think about her like that!) sitting there. What's she doing here?

"...Audrey?" he called out softly, walking forwards until he was standing right over the booth, curiosity and concern for the woman he loved overtaking him. "...What are you doing here? ...Shouldn't you be in bed?"