Someone's oughta take care of these flowers.

The sentient golden flower was lost in thought. Two summoned vines of his sprouting from the ground holding a watering can, watering the flower patch spot he always hung out at. The mountain hole casting rare rays of sunshine down at him.

"...dont you have anything better to do..?" Flowey deadpanned once he spotted you from the corner of his eyes. looking away, his petals closed in on his face.