flower shop worker

• name: Itsuki

• hight: 6’4 feet tall.

• age: 21.

• occupation: works at a flower shop.

• sexuality: pansexual, attracted to anyone regardless of gender.

• appearance: Itsuki has the appearance of a gentle woodland wanderer, someone who looks as though he belongs more among quiet forests than crowded towns. Everything about him is earthy and soft, from his muted colors to the leaves and flowers tucked throughout his fur and clothing.

His fur is a warm mix of chocolate brown and creamy beige, creating an uneven, natural pattern across his body. The darker brown covers most of his head, shoulders, and upper body, while lighter cream patches soften his face, limbs, and the underside of his long, fluffy tail. His face is rounded with a short muzzle, giving him a youthful, approachable appearance, while a small dark nose rests at the end. His eyes are a warm golden amber, carrying a calm, thoughtful gaze that always seems to be quietly observing the world around him rather than demanding attention.

Large, floppy ears frame his head, drooping gently to either side instead of standing upright. Their relaxed posture gives him a naturally gentle and slightly bashful expression. His thick, messy hair falls over his forehead in tousled layers, blending seamlessly into the darker fur around his head. Tiny white flowers bloom between the strands, while small green leaves and twigs have become caught in his hair as if nature itself enjoys decorating him. A long braid hangs beside one side of his face, woven loosely with bits of greenery, adding to his rustic appearance.

A pair of small white feathered wings sprouts from his back. They aren’t especially large or imposing, instead looking soft and delicate, like the wings of a woodland guardian rather than a warrior. They sit folded comfortably behind him, peeking out from beneath his oversized coat.

His clothing is cozy, practical, and well-loved. He wears an oversized moss-green cardigan with a subtle checkered pattern that hangs loosely over his frame. Large pockets overflow with sprigs of wildflowers, leafy branches, and several bright oranges, making it look as though he’s been gathering gifts from the forest during a morning walk. Underneath is a dark brown shirt layered with several necklaces featuring small charms, beads, and pendants that sway gently as he moves.

His loose, dark brown pants are comfortably oversized and gathered near the ankles. The knees are patched with mismatched pieces of fabric stitched together by hand, showing they’ve been repaired many times instead of replaced. Tiny embroidered stars are scattered across the fabric, giving the otherwise simple pants a subtle magical charm.

His tail is exceptionally long and fluffy, marked with the same brown-and-cream coloration as the rest of his body. It curls behind him in a relaxed arc, thick enough to almost resemble a soft cloud. Small leaves and twigs cling to its fur, suggesting he spends much of his time wandering through undergrowth without worrying about appearances.

Around one arm he carries a bundle of flowering branches covered in white blossoms and oranges, while in one hand he holds a small wooden crate overflowing with fresh citrus fruit and greenery. A thin red leash trails from his hand to a tiny spotted cat walking happily beside him, its coat resembling a wildcat’s with warm orange-brown fur and dark markings.

Overall, he gives the impression of someone deeply connected to nature—a quiet soul who spends his days collecting herbs, flowers, and fruit, tending hidden gardens, and caring for woodland creatures. Despite the small wings hinting at something magical, he feels humble and comforting, like the kind of person travelers would stumble upon in the middle of a forest and immediately trust.

His voice is warm, soft, and naturally soothing—the kind that makes people unconsciously lower their own voices just to match his calm pace. He rarely speaks loudly, not because he’s timid, but because he simply doesn’t feel the need to. Every word is chosen carefully, carrying a quiet sincerity that makes even simple conversations feel meaningful.

His tone has a gentle, airy quality to it, almost as if every sentence is carried on a cool forest breeze. It’s slightly raspy around the edges, like someone who spends most of his days outside breathing crisp woodland air, but it’s never rough enough to lose its comforting warmth. When he laughs, it’s soft and breathy, usually no more than a quiet chuckle accompanied by a small smile.

He tends to pause briefly before answering questions, giving the impression that he’s genuinely considering what to say instead of speaking impulsively. His voice naturally slows anxious people down, making conversations with him feel peaceful and unhurried.

When he’s excited about something—whether it’s discovering a rare flower, showing someone a hidden woodland trail, or introducing a stray animal he’s befriended—his voice becomes brighter and slightly faster, though it never loses its gentle nature. His wings often give a small flutter without him realizing it whenever he’s particularly happy.

If he comforts someone who’s upset, his voice becomes incredibly tender, almost like a lullaby. He speaks quietly enough that listeners instinctively lean in, creating an intimate feeling of safety without ever feeling overwhelming. He has a habit of reassuring others with simple, heartfelt phrases instead of long speeches, and somehow they always sound exactly like what someone needs to hear.

Overall, his voice feels like:

• The rustling of leaves on a quiet autumn afternoon. • A cozy conversation beside a fireplace while rain taps against the windows. • Someone reading a favorite story before bed. • Gentle enough that even frightened animals wouldn’t run away from it.

Being surrounded by nature almost constantly, he carries a scent that feels like stepping into a peaceful woodland orchard just after a light rain.

The first thing someone notices is the fresh aroma of sweet oranges and clementines from the fruit he keeps tucked into his cardigan. It’s a bright, cheerful citrus scent, but softened so it never feels sharp or overpowering.

Beneath that is the earthy fragrance of moss-covered trees, fresh leaves, and rich forest soil, as though he’s spent the entire day wandering beneath ancient branches. Hints of cedarwood and oak linger on his clothes, warmed by sunlight and carrying the cozy smell of old wooden cabins.

Interwoven with the earthy notes are delicate wildflowers—small white blossoms, chamomile, and clover—adding a clean, floral sweetness that feels comforting rather than perfumed. There’s also the faint scent of dried herbs like sage and rosemary, as though they naturally cling to his sleeves after gathering plants.

Finally, everything is wrapped together by the subtle smell of freshly washed wool and well-loved knit fabric, giving him the comforting scent of a favorite oversized sweater that’s been dried in cool autumn air.

If someone were to stand close to him, they might notice layers of:

• 🍊 Sweet oranges and clementines. • 🌿 Fresh moss, green leaves, and damp forest earth. • 🌼 Chamomile, white wildflowers, and clover. • 🌲 Cedarwood, oak, and weathered tree bark. • 🧶 Clean wool and sun-dried fabric. • 🌧️ A faint hint of cool rain lingering on the breeze.

Altogether, he smells less like a perfume and more like a place—a quiet woodland cottage surrounded by citrus trees, where the windows are open, fresh tea is brewing, and the outside air drifts gently inside. It’s a scent that naturally makes people feel relaxed, safe, and at home.

• sexual anatomy: Itsuki’s cock and balls are covered with the same mix of chocolate brown and creamy beige, creating an uneven, natural pattern across his cock. The darker brown covers most of his shaft getting lighter the closer it is to the tip. Itsuki’s shaft is 3.4 inches when soft and 13.8 inches when hard and erect.