Whips and nae naes
Loosely based on the various gifting threads. I think all those lovely characters deserve to enjoy some flowers.
The premise is simple: give flowers to the OC above! It can be a single plastic rose, a bouquet of tulips, a bunch of dead weeds, a handful of old petals from the ground... even a piece of jewelry, but only if the jewelry looks a lot like a flower.
Rules:
1. Wait 3 posts before responding again, or until the last post is 24 hours old.
2. Keep it SFW! If there's anything that could be triggering, black it out or spoiler it.
3. This should be given, but romantic interactions between an adult and a minor are FORBIDDEN. This includes adults that look like minors.
4. Put some effort in! Remember: it's not only about sentence count, it's about interacting with other people's characters and making sure you acknowledge them. Posting a generic, "my character hands you flowers. they smile and walk away." WILL NOT DO.
5. No godmodding! Controlling other people's characters and deciding what they do or do not do in your post is not allowed!
June fluttered her eyelashes, allowing her shoulders to tense up while she trudged along the path. Tight in her grasp, the teenager clasped a bouquet in her hands. Albeit the straight face she maintained, June had been on edge all day.
June's stroll had been put to an abrupt halt when she felt a finger prod against her shoulder, prompting her to abruptly halt in her spot. When she felt a second bump against her back, June flinched, allowing her eyebrows to furrow and the corner of her lips to twitch. The younger party abruptly shouted:
"Ugh, what the hell, man?! I'll kill you—" June abruptly interrupted herself after twirling around on her heels. As soon as she examined the elder party's expression, she allowed her crass expression to soften into an upset one.
"Ooh, I'm sorry, ma'am..." she muttered at Emily, tightening her grip around her bouquet.
"My name is June Aoyama. I'm really, really sorry, ma'am; I didn't mean to yell at you," she repeated. After pausing to listen to the elder party, she shifted her gaze over to her bouquet and brandished a smile.
"Oh, these...these are for, uhm...there's this girl..." June giggled, feeling her cheeks grow hotter. She cupped her hand against her cheek, heaving out an exhale whilst she fluttered her eyelashes.
"She's a beauty. She has pretty, dark hair, and bedazzling blue eyes, and just—she's absolutely perfect. I want to bring her these daisies and tell her how I feel. However, there's this boy who hurt her. He treated her like trash discarded on the streets. If I ever see him again, I'd beat him to a pulp," she continued, allowing her dopey smile to falter into a frown. After she paused to examine the white petals brushing against her dark uniform, she heaved out an exhale before extending the bouquet forwards.
"Actually, mmh...it's too soon. Here, just—just take them! I don't want to hurt her again! I don't want to hurt my best friend! Please, just take the flowers! I can't do it!" she blurted, shoving the plants in Emily's hands. After she bit her lip, the younger party turned around and began to sprint away...followed up with an abrupt trip over her feet.
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NP, this tab is pretty empty! June is basically the same as her adult counterpart, except she's much more aggressive!
Poor, poor Brown wanted to implode on the spot when she was confronted with the ever-so-daunting task of presenting flowers to... A teenage girl?
Huh. That didn't seem bizarre at all.
Well, there was the fact that said teenage girl happened to have the temper of a bull. One wrong word could've easily resulted in a tirade from the black-haired girl, and Brown couldn't help but constantly speculate whether it was even worth it. After all, her husband was far more open and lighthearted than she; he should've been the one given this task, everything considered!
But he wasn't. Instead, Brown had to be the one. I can't believe this... She could feel her entire slender, almost sticklike physique shuddering at the thought of being scolded- She expected to be scolded these days, now that she thought about it. Usually it was from Skinner, and the young aristocrat knew that he was far too ready to start scolding her if she failed at her task. It wasn't like his expectations were egregiously high by any means; he just so happened to speak with such a condescending air that - even when he tried to be friendly - Brown was quick to feel her hairs starting to bristle. I feel like a cornered animal...
So, with her nails starting to dig into the stems of the crocuses that she - out of all people - was supposed to be presenting to the student, she stepped towards the other and heaved out a sigh.
That sigh preceded the silence from her part, as she sucked in a breath and carefully glanced around. She could only hope that the school wasn't too crowded at this time, if only because... What was a proper woman supposed to be doing around here? Sure, there was the fact that this particular student had a preference for women over men and boys; Skinner made that clear before handing the bouquet for her to take.
How egregious, though! She thought of him as a coward, yet there was so little that she could do now. It showed, miserably, as she took a silent step forward.
Brown, after a seemingly limitless duration of silence, nonetheless gulped and squeaked, "My husband wanted you to be presented with these. As... Uhh... A symbol of hope, of sorts. I heard of the events that happened to you and your girlfriend not too long ago- You know, uh-" She coughed into her sleeve and fluttered her lashes. "- The whole... Incident. Regarding her and one of the other students... I hope things get better for you soon. Something like that. I do not know how this works..." A gulp could be heard coming from Brown's throat as she held out the crocuses - with their silken white petals and slightly wilted leaves - for the other to take.
"I'm sorry. If you do not like this, just let me know so that I can secure something better... Just know that my sympathies are with you regardless."
@ NP: for reference, this sub-gallery of Brown is written as being in her late twenties to early thirties!! she's more reserved and less aggressive than her default counterpart; there's a good chance she'll start crying if your character is mean to her. :")))))
if you'd rather reply to her default counterpart, which is written as being in her mid-to-late forties, then feel free to do so!! just lmk so that I can respond appropriately!!
maybe I'll also do a follow-up for NP if I have the time?? finals suck.
Idk which counterpart I am responding to so I guess the one you used will do.
A waddle dee had picked some exotic looking flowers from the garden. He would smell them,"Yes! They look and smell beautiful! They'll fit well as a beautiful bouquet",He said to himself. He would tie the flower stems together with a ribbon he summoned and wrapped it up with some paper. It might be raining but that shouldn't stop him from giving out flowers,right?
The waddle dee headed to a door and knocked on it. When it was opened he would hand the wet bunch of flowers to Brown. "Sorry about the weather but here are the flowers you need!"Heart Dee exclaimed.
——Wanya——
“OH MY GOODNESS THANK YOU!” Heart Dee’s butterfly wings spread out in sheer joy,*”I love these flowers very much!” An odd habit but he began to admire the flowers before eating them up. “Sorry,couldn’t resist,these flowers just look too pretty not to eat”,Hougetsu said.
A flower from one dee to another. How nice? Well hopefully they wouldnt find it offensive, considering that they had a flower for an eye... But his mentor had a flower for an eye too, and he enjoyed flowers....
Perhpas one day they could introduce them to each other. Genson smiled. "Hiya! I thought you might like this." He only had one flower, but it would have to do.
A yellow rose. When En had arrived to the city, there was a person standing outside of a flower shop giving away single flowers to people that passed by. He tried to avoid her, but she was insistent on giving her one.
It was a delicate rose, and admittedly beautiful too, but it reminded him of his former home. White roses had always grown around the castle, whether from careful cultivation over the decades or, as everyone more preferred to believe, the magic surrounding it. They prided themselves on the roses, just as they prided themselves on image and tradition. If as much as a pink or red or even yellow rose dared to bloom amongst the white petals, they were removed with no mercy.
Narrowing his eyes, the ex-prince was about to toss the flower away when he heard something. It was gentle, yet strong. He followed the noise to a crowd that surrounded a young woman performing. Gradually the crowd began to break away until he was the only one left watching, and he could see why. Her voice was terrible; reminding him of a dying animal. Yet he stayed. Her performance, for some reason, captivated him. The way she continued to perform, even when people passed or taunted, even when everyone was against her. For a brief moment, he remembered his own performance, back when he still had his voice. His heart squeezed in pain.
Then came her lyrics, which he felt were stronger than the music itself. It was a love song about a flower shop owner using his flowers to win over his love.
Flowers...
En looked down at the yellow rose he'd been given, then back at the area made for donations. Silently, he set the rose down gently, then walked away.
You can reply to him, his good self, or his older self!
This was the place.
Making his way to the tree, En sat down cross-legged, pressing his back against the bark and closing his eyes. He exhaled slowly. In this area later tonight his mark would arrive, and he'd have only a quick window to do his job. For now, he'd wait and meditate. He tried, at least. His ear twitched with the fidgeting near him. With his eyes still closed, he couldn't tell who it was, but if he had to guess it was most likely an antsy person bothered by his presence. It didn't matter, he wouldn't move, and he didn't care what that meant for the other.
Hearing the movements get louder and faster, a vein pulsed at the side of En's head. It seemed the brat next to him was doing this out of spite! Fine! He'd--
Something settled over his head. His eyes instantly opened, and in swift movement he began getting up while unsheathing a sword--
Oh. Him.
After a pause, En resheathed his sword. A promise was a promise. However, he narrowed his eyes at Caelestis in a suspicious glare, as if to ask, "Are you stalking me?" The feeling atop his head returned, he recalled the man's words. Reaching up, he felt something soft yet prickly, and removed it to gaze at it. Flowers? He gazed around at the area surrounding them. So all that noise was Caelestis picking flowers for a... a hat?
He looked at the celestial, noticing his nervousness and apprehension. Cursed to make no noise, not even the annoyed clicking of his tongue could be heard. Moving the flower crown to balance off his arm, he signed, "You don't have to leave, but I'll be staying here too for a job." A pause. "Thank you for this, but it's unnecessary." He moved the crown off his arm and nonchalantly placed it on top of Caelestis's head, his cold demeanor never once changing.
"It's better with you, anyway."
And with a silent huff, he plopped back on the ground to resume his meditation.
confusedthing They meet again
En opened his eyes with a small start. He slowly sat up, reorienting himself. It was his office. Glancing out the window, he could see that it was late at night too. Had he been in here all day...? Sighing, he slumped forward against his desk. Still so much paperwork and laws to look over. He'd be like this for a good while, wouldn't he?
So many lonely nights ahead of him.
What a bitter feeling. He wanted to stretch his legs and venture around... but with who? He had no one to share his life with, and at this point, he felt he was too old to search. Did he even have the right to complain? Truly, it was a bitter feeling.
In the midst of the king's pity party, he noticed something unusual. It was subtle at first, but then picked up. Such a soft scent. Was that...?
En got out of his seat and followed the direction it came from. He opened the door and poked his head out, looking around to see no one around. The scent was stronger now, though. He looked down, finding a potted plant. Blinking, he picked it up. It wasn't poisonous, was it? His knowledge of poisonous plants was lacking, but this seemed fine. In fact, it was very beautiful, and with it even closer to him he could smell its wonderful fragrance even better. There was something soothing about it. Was it sent by any of the staff to relax him?
Hmm. Strange. For some reason, this flower reminded him of the young man that'd appeared that time ago. Was it the flower's doing, or... En shook his head. It'd be best to get back to work, though he'd be sure to keep these. They'd make a fine addition to the garden, but he'd allow himself to be selfish for at least tonight.
^ AKJHFJKSFKJHS 😭😭😭 (also caelestis.exe has stopped responding)
Caelestis sat against a tree, absentmindedly twisting a flower back and forth between his fingers as he hummed a quiet melody. His eyelids lowered and his mind began to drift farther off, until the distant thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps in the grass behind him. They soon stopped, and it seemed as if someone had sat down against the opposite side of the tree. Curious, Caelestis stood up to peer over the side, only to catch a glimpse of that familiar white hair and dark attire. He froze. Eyes widened, and heart skipping far too many beats, he merely stood silently in place, unable to formulate any greeting. A moment passed like this, and En surely must have noticed him, but made no acknowledgement if so.
With nothing else to do, Caelestis could only retreat back to his previous seat on the ground, but with a far less calm mind than before. Rather, he sat stiffly and anxiously, wanting to approach En, but without the slightest clue as to how to go about it anymore. He couldn't muster up the previous carefree energy, his mind only swirling with nothing to direct it towards. How could he possibly prove the significance of his feelings when he was now questioning exactly that? Remembering the flower still in his hand, Caelestis stood up on a whim, and silently wandered further into the grassy clearing.
Dandelions, daisies, yarrow, poppies, and a few other flowers in hand, he returned to his spot under the tree and began working. It took longer than he'd have liked as he carefully weaved and knotted the stems, and a few times he couldn't help peeking over to ensure that En was still there, but eventually, it was finished. Suddenly, as he looked down at it, and to the direction En sat in, Caelestis felt uncertain all over again. What was the point of this? It wasn't as though En would care, and any reaction—if any—would surely only serve to break his heart even further. With a sigh, he stood up regardless, flower crown in hand. Who was he if not a hopeless fool, after all?
He circled just far enough around the tree to set it onto En's head. "...This is for you," he muttered softly. Looking down at En's new crown, Caelestis couldn't help admiring how delicately it settled over the man's hair. Despite the colorful contrast with his clothing, it somehow didn't look out of place. Rather, it was cute, like a rebellious fairy prince of sorts. "I know you don't care, and you have no reason to either, but…" Caelestis looked down, flustered, and his heart pounding far more rapidly than he would have liked. Somehow still mustering a smile, he looked back towards En. "I'm sorry. I won't bother you any longer." Or... he would try, at least, for even now it had been too difficult to resist, in spite of everything.
Lior had been at the tavern the entire evening, telling his tales and stories of far away kingdoms and places he had traveled to - and some he had made up. Not to deceive people, but he had been asked to several times and while being opposed to it in the beginning he had grown quite fond of them over time. What was interesting on this particular evening was the one person who seemed to know everytime he told a made up story. Not that they said anything, there was just... something in their eyes. But then again, maybe he just saw things because he had found himself being quite captivated by that person, as they had something... otherworldly to them, in the most positive way possible. Not only were they breathtakingly beautiful but they just had an etheral aura to them. Now he just sounded like a stupid admirer, though all of those words were indeed solely coming from a place of admiration. They were not... quite his type but that did not make them any less interesting.
Once he finally had finished telling his stories he made his way over to Caelestis who seemed to get a lot of attention of his own. "Ex- excuse me, I don't mean to interrupt your evening but..." Lior took a deep breath and smiled shyly, holding out the flowers he had bought a few hours ago - and stored in water while he was telling his tales, of course - and giving them over to the celestial. "Thank you for... not spoiling anything." he hoped they would know what he meant. Did they? "I mean.. at least it seemed like you were knowing what I was talking about, so..." the elf nervously scratched his neck. Beautiful people were just intimidating! "You do have quite the breathtaking appearance, you know that? I mean... not only in looks, but... your energy, as well, if I may say that." as soon as he realized what he was saying his face turned bright red. "I- I mean... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that, I should NOT have said that." Lior quickly took a few steps back, slightly bowing at Caelestis. "I... wish you the most pleasant evening... and I hope you could enjoy these stories nonetheless." again, he smiled to mask his nervousness that was eating him alive at this point, before finally making his exit. The cool night air being helpful as always in terms of clearing his head. What did he even do in there??? Going up to a stranger and casually gifting them flowers?
"Lior, you're an idiot." he told himself because he felt like that needed to be said.
(I hope that's okay? :) I figured Caelestis might know a lot with his travels and curiosity. Lior is just.. as awkward as it gets, probably.)
Eeek, so lil bonus for older En:
He was back in the kingdom of the lonely king whose privacy he probably had accidentally invaded a while ago. Lior did not plan on running into the man but he still... well he had brought something that reminded him of En. It was probably stupid anyway but now he had them and he was going to deliver them. Surely it would be fine, it was just something as boring as flowers. When he had visited his homeland recently Lior had come across them again and they... reminded him of the sad king, sitting alone in his office at night. Gods, that sounded kind of wrong. Or he was just overthinking. Probably he was overthinking. Standing in the middle of a giant royal corridor with a flower pot in his arms was NOT the best situation to drift off and overthink, he reminded himself. Better if he disappeared soon.
So he carefully set down the flowers he had carried around with himself. Of course he wouldn't leave a note, he just hoped they might brighten up the next lonely night, as those flowers, while not actually being moon flowers, only bloomed at night, glowing ever so slightly and giving off a nice, soothing scent. At least that was how he felt about them. The pot might as well be thrown out of the window for all he knew. Anyway, time to go before he ran into anyone! The first time had been awkward enough, after all.
PicklePantry I just thought it might be nice ;v;
Lior: Let's gift people flowers, it's nice and they remind me of them!
Also Lior: Oh gods oh no what did I do I'm ooooout!
He had tried his best to avoid running into the woman who had her eyes closed but it wasn't enough without jumping into the canal. I-I'm terribly sorry, Miss!" he exclaimed as she bumped into him. He wasn't even THAT tall, he- it didn't matter, did it? Also SHE had bumped into HIM? Lior just stood there, very confused, being cussed at by the angry chihuahua-woman.
Instinctively he held on to the crushed flowers and was still a little startled when the woman stomped off. What even did just happen? He... The elf looked at the flowers and adjusted his grip because they were hurting his hand. Some of them were still beautiful, right? Not that he had a lot of use for flowers... he would just give those that were still pretty enough to people he ran into and the others... maybe he would dry them?
Baka gripped the bouquet of roses. They hurt her hands. Nevermind that, she felt a bit confident today. A little bit. The soft petals were a bright red, and the stems were a pale green. She closed her eyes and hummed. She was having a nice day until--
-she bumped into Lior.
She landed on the ground with a soft "umph." The roses fell to the ground. She shook her head and looked up. This guy was huge. Her eyes widened. She had to defend herself like the little chiuwawa that she was.
"Ugh- You should watch where you're going next time- alright?" She bit her lip and looked over at the flowers-- they were ruined?! The tsundere sighed quite harshly and picked up the bouquet. "Here. It's what you deserve for destroying my precious bouquet." She harshly handed the roses into the storytellers hand and stomped into the opposite direction. Owch.
Hope this is alright! (also just wanted to say that your response in the other Thread was *Chefs kids* fantastic, considering that I did not put a lot of information for you to work off of!) [That was so soft aaaaa, that was very sweet TwT]
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Illanya sighs, stretching her arms overhead with a yawn. A quick glance at her side satchel revealed the spoils of her labors. A considerable collection of truffles, moss, herbs, and flowers sat in the bag, filling it nearly to the top. Her little expedition had been mostly successful and peaceful, she only really needed to turn a few of the more rambunctious fae, back towards the Feywilds, and away from where people might run into them.
As she entered a rather beautiful clearing, the paladin flinches when she discovers the grove to be occupied. A young man with blonde hair and green streaks throughout is resting in the grove, likely appreciating the sun filtering through the leaves overhead. His clothing looks wholly unfamiliar to Illanya, enough that she's cautious in her approach, weariness on her features. As the paladin gets closer it becomes easy to tell that Tudor isn't too terribly happy with something. The reasoning why is beyond what Illanya can guess at the moment.
As she approaches, two hands come up in a placating gesture, hopefully enough as to not scare the young man. Once she gets closer she stops and stoops down, one hand going to the pendant around her neck, while the other goes to the ground, a gentle warm glow emanating from her hand as she brushes the tall grass in front of her. White and pink Valerians and a few daisies bloom where her hand touches, and with a gentle tug the flowers come loose. Stepping closer with a cautious look she extends the makeshift bouquet towards Tudor with a gentle smile.
"Sorry, I don't believe you know me. I just couldn't help but notice you looked a little down." she finally speaks, a gentle smile on her face before she continues. "I've always found that flowers are just the thing to brighten my day." The paladin hums, before setting the bouquet down and settling herself against a nearby tree with a curious look on her face.
"I'm Illanya, a guide to those who find themselves in these woods... would you mind terribly if I rested here for a little while?" The woman tilts her head, reaching into her cloak and pulling out a pipe. She only hopes that she hasn't scared the young man too much.
🔽Follow up for PinappleUtopia!^^
Winters in the wilderness are just as beautiful as the springs and summers, if not just a little colder than the paladin prefers. Still, she'd come outside to enjoy the sunrise. How the other knights could stand staying within the castle for weeks on end was beyond her. She shivers as a particularly strong gust blows through her winter clothes, pulling her furred cloak closer to her body.
She had startled at the newcomer's voice, as it hadn't been expected that anyone would join her this early in the morning, even this far into the forests surrounding the castle. Illanya was even more shocked to find a very tall, near skeletal figure approaching. Almost reaching for her axe, she stops at the familiar feeling of this being. Or rather a mix of the energy coming off of them and the tales she's heard. Both fear and awe keep her rooted to her spot, though she follows Death as they approach. Taking a moment to find her voice, that paladin takes a slow breath.
"I- Yes... the passing of the seasons is something that I've come to admire greatly. A cycle of life and death, light and dark." Her voice shakes a little as she says this. She feels a slight bit of shame at the fear that has begun to course through her. Illanya has no great wish to die but knew that it would someday come for her. Yet here she stood with Death at her shoulder, and she can't help the terror that threatens to overtake her.
So badly, she wishes she can face Death with dignity, but the fear is far more real and potent than she'd expected. She nods as Death insinuates their true identity, having already guessed who they were. Then, remarkably, they offer the bundle of snowdrops in their hands. Blinking in surprise, the paladin accepts them dumbfoundedly, taking a moment to recover, long enough to look from the flowers and back up to Death a couple of times.
The paladin bows politely, her free arm keeping her cape from folding in on itself.
"T-thank you... You honor me with your gifts, Death." Her words come out quietly and almost fearfully. It had been a long time since she'd encountered a powerful being within the Feywilds, and to encounter Death, outside of the wilds no less, was certainly the most unexpected thing to happen in a good couple of months. She keeps the snowdrops clutched tightly to her chest as things grow silent between them both as the sun continued rising into the morning sky.
"Beautiful, isn't it?"
The snow crunches from behind Illanya as someone approaches. The ends of their black cloak trail silently across the few blades of grass that peek through winter's white blanket, snaking through the air as if with a mind of their own. The tall figure stops beside her, gazing at the rising sun ahead of them. Drops of water occasionally strike their cloak as the frost on the trees melt with the arrival of the morning sun.
"The passing of seasons is such a unique and lovely thing. You are quite lucky to be here to witness it. Though I admit, I've seen a thousand sunrises on a million different planets... but it's worth it every single time. Wouldn't you agree?" Their head tilts to look gently down at her, dew dripping off the edge of their hood. Their glass eyes glow dimly from within the shadows it casts across their face. In their slender, bony hands they hold a bundle of snowdrops. They hold the flowers delicately, pinching the stems between their fingers.
"Oh!" Realization marks their tone, and the stranger lets out a soft chuckle. "How rude of me. I haven't even introduced myself. But I'm sure you can guess my name, it's no puzzle."
They watch Illanya's reaction for a moment, then hold the flowers out to her. A smile affects their voice despite their astute lack of a mouth.
"If it's any consolation, you may have these as a promise I'm not here for you. I'm here to enjoy my time wandering, nothing more."
Until we meet again.
Salvador felt a hollow feeling in his stomach as he stared at Death. Unfazed. Numb, those were ways to describe how Salvador was feeling this very moment. The cold breeze tickled his cheeks, tugged his shoulder-cape. Only the two of them. In a field of sunflowers.
"I know you," the Half said. "We've brushed shoulders before," he said. "At least my world's variant of you have. It's complicated." Salvador wrinkled his nose. He adjusted his cape, but his fingers felt stiff and hardly moveable. His cape still hung crooked.
"I know you're not my Death. But still," he sucked in his lowerlip. Then dropped his gaze. Away from those yellow skeleton eye sockets. Those teeth. That skull, he shivered.
"How's my pah?" he finally dared to ask. "Do you know anything about him? Is he okay? Did he make his Ebt?" Salvador looked Death in their eyes.
"I just hope he can forgive me. For becoming a thief. For stealing." Salvador slowly clenched his hands. "I hope you fan forgive me. For wasting my second wind." Then let out his breath. His gaze dipped away again and this time wandered aimlessly over the field of sunflowers. Salvador was wondering if the flowers were even real or not.
If this meeting was more than a fever dream. It felt real. It felt as real as the first time he'd met Death, three years ago.
Salvador reached for a sunflower. His bare hands touched the sunflower's stem. His blackened fingers curled around it, but nothing happened. No rot. No disease or aging. Salvador plucked the sunflower, rolled it between his fingers before offering it to Death itself.
"Here," he said. Unable to word his full thought process. Before forcing the flower into their hands. "Take it. Sunflowers represent life. Sun. Happiness. Ironic hu?"
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Salvador looked around. Void. Where did he end up? Bright colors, weird hairdos. He wasn’t the odd one out. The world was.
With his hand stuffed in his pocket, Salvador strolled to the side of the streets. His eye scanning the crowd. This time not for wallets.
But for slippers.
They’d promised him that they would buy them Aldi-slippers and Void did they look cool. Salvador’s head piqued up. His eyes widened when he saw Cyrus.
Oh shit. Salvador’s jaw clenched. He hadn’t cleaned his dorm today. Would Cyrus call the City/nightwatch on him?
“Hey.” He said. Informal and blunt like always. His gaze drifted towards the roses the other offered him. “They are dead.” Pointing out the obvious.
He accepted the gift though, with a knitted frown. “I don’t need a maid.” Pause.
“I use a step stool.”
If there was a face he could recognize, it was this one. Salvador had a peculiar face, the kind that stuck out among the sea of average mugs in the vast city streets. His mustache and hairstyle didn't fit in with everyone else's. It was outdated, like he walked from a portal of the wrong era and into the modern day where everything was based of clear complexes and fashionable accessories. His bangs were whipped backwards, like an ice cream cone swirled into the 1800's layers, and those eyes; they were chocolate-guilty by nature.
As Cyrus comes to a stop, he holds a bouquet of dead, shriveled roses. Now these weren't intentionally for anyone-- he'd gotten them off a witch down the street who was overloaded with herbs. His motive was to crush their bulbs up, see if they made for a good seasoning; but he offers them out to the other instead with a robotic lift of his arm. Who can really tell why. Perhaps it's a greeting gift. There's little to no expression on his face. It's a blank slate, quite contrary to his attitude online, where he overuses 'lol' over and over. Their height difference is amusing to him, but he doesn't show body reactions to it. "If I knew you were that short, I would've told you to hire a maid for your dorm cleaning."