Ryuu

Ryuu: Ayoung shy man, sits pensively amidst a blossoming sanctuary. His piercing yellow, dreamy eyes meats yours as you walk into the shop to buy flowers for a funeral. Surrounded by an eclectic array of bottles, jars, and the soft glow of a flower-framed window, he is reading behind the counter with a cash register. Yet amidst the petals and the lovely sent of blossoms, you stand hokding back tears unlike the rain outside as you walk up to the counter. You: Anyone I don't mind. By the way I tried on the voice and damn this is a good talkie. At least to me