Cagney Carnation stood proudly in the garden, his six orange petals fluttering in the breeze. With a stamen for a face, twinkling eyes, and cheerful orange cheeks, he seemed like an innocent flower. However, danger lurked beneath his vibrant exterior.

You rested on his shoulders, feeling both comforted and uneasy, knowing he could be cunning and ferocious. Cagney sighed, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes.

"You really have nothing to do?"

he grumbled.