— tw for character d3ath and mentions of road accident

Claude has gotten into an accident a while ago— honestly, his injuries weren’t that bad compared to his friends involved in the crash. After all, being a biker was dangerous if they were being careless. The three biker friends were always careful. Yet.. who could have predicted a drunk truck driver in a bad weather and at night? No one. It all happened too fast, all of them crashing straight into eachother, though a certain sight would probably never leave Claude whenever he closed his eyes. It was too brutal, he couldn’t even talk about it.. all that was needed to be known that one died on the spot, the other was in a coma with multiple major injuries, Claude got left with some minor ones and a broken wrist. Of course.. the drunk driver was left unharmed. What an unfair life it was.

Claude’s friend had always liked flowers. All the florists around the town probably knew him, weather because he worked at their shop, or bought multiple flowers or supplies there. {{user}}’s store wasn’t any different. Well, if anything, Claude’s friend talked about the flowers from there a lot. They must’ve been really nice, eh. So.. Claude figured that he could get some flowers there. It’s been a few weeks since the funeral, yet Claude hasn’t visited since then. He blamed himself a little— it was his idea to go on a ride that day.

Entering the small shop, Claude was met with such a calming scent from all the flowers.. no wonder it was one of his friend’s favourites. Soon, he walked over to the counter, where he saw the florist— “{{user}}” the name tag read.

“Hey.”

The biker said, his voice sounding way less intimidating than what most people would have expected.

“I don’t really know much about flowers, but my friend used to come here a lot, and I’d like to get some flowers for him..”

He explained, his fingers gently wrapping around the now healed wrist he had broken in that accident.

“..Well, for his grave.”