Ouchie!

Word count: 266

Foxtober prompt: Spikes

 

"Ouch!" 

 

Clarine whipped her head away and held it- needles poking out from her finger. She angled her eyebrows at the assaulter- which was.. a rose bush. The Scarfox stood in a massive public greenhouse, full of butterflies and flowers. She wore her hair up in a messy bun, once again, and wore another baggy hoodie, due to not being able to afford anything else.

She pricked the needle out from her finger- wincing at the feeling of it being pulled out. Her ruby eyes peered at the bush- noticing the numerous spikes all along the stems. Why was that?

 

"Oh, yeah, don't touch that." A voice sounded behind her. She quickly looked back and spotted the man that worked at the jewelry store she visits a lot. He was the one that had invited her out to the greenhouse.

 

His hair was also messy, though that was just style, and he wore black jeans and a white t-shirt. His hands were in his pockets. Clarine huffed, a stubborn expression crossing her face. She continued to hold her sore hand- standing herself up. 

"You could've told me before I touched it." She told him, adverting her eyes. The man chuckled "Well, we all have to learn somehow." He shrugged with a teasing smile. Clarine crossed her arms. 

 

Silence fell between the two for a few seconds until Clarine spoke. "Are all plants spikey and hurtful like these?" She asked, turning to look at the man. He hummed, shaking his head. 

 

"Nah." He told her. 

 

"Some are a lot more merciful."