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heraldchrisperkins:

Chris stood confused, looking at the flowers. “So why do you have them?” He asked, but taking the flowers anyways to spare the young man. “They’re really nice, at least.”

“they were a gift,” he replies, nodding in the direction he had come from. “to the store i work for, and the pollen was everywhere, and i was sneezing and i figured i should better get out before i caused a health violation.”

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sophiarcse:

Sophia’s brows kinked up from Phillip’s interruption; his delayed question putting her in a state of confusion up until it rolled off his tongue. Despite her accepting the flowers in shock, the sight of how delicate the petals seem and how the colours have managed to paint themselves on her features was quick to sink in. Though the gesture may mean so little to Phillip and though it was more of a nuisance to him, Sophia could not help but fall deeply in love with the rejected flowers. She had always been a flower enthusiast; working as a florist since she was 15 would be more than enough to prove her undying love for them. She managed to squeak out a soft “thank you” her tone hinted a slight bit of pity as she felt sorry for the boy for being allergic to such a beautiful thing. “I’ll take good care of them; pop them into a nice vase, and everything.” She fiddled with the petals just slightly, absentmindedly not realising that holding it up could still potentially tickle the other’s nose. Her head lifted up at him, and though she was hoping to offer him a thankful smile, she instantly lowered the bouquet and apologised. “How’d you manage to end up with these if you’re allergic?”

as soon as lip had seen the blonde from across the square, he knew she’d be the perfect fit. no matter what, she was always welcoming when it came to flowers, and given that this bouquet could have ver likely been purchased from her shop in the first place, sophia was the perfect fit. he knew if they’d been bought from her, she wouldn’t take it as ill will, she’d most likely be excited to have them back. he smiles, giving them over easily. “someone brought them in to the bakery.” he explains. “we catered their birthday last week.”

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ofmoore:

sophia listens to her friend speak, she gives him a smile. “of course i’ll have them. they’ll look lovely on my kitchen table. why did you buy these if you knew you were allergic?”. 

he smiles, extending the flowers. sophia was a worthy recipient, seeing as she already had her hands full with eloise. “gift. to the bakery, for catering a birthday party.”

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scoutwilder:

Nose wrinkling as his head jolted forwards in a sneeze, she reluctantly reached out to inspect the flowers after assessing him for a moment. “Is this one of those scams where you empty my pockets while I’m smelling the flowers? I have pepper spray, you know.”

phillip quickly holds up his free hand, as if to show innocence. “of course not - no need for mace - i just really can’t have these around.” he ducks into his elbow, sneezing yet again. “no scams, just re-gifting.”

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elliotcarver:

elliot’s gaze is taken from the pavement and toward a cluster of flowers. he blinks a few times, dark lashes brushing freckled cheeks and his confusion evident in his brow. ‘i don’t like flowers.’ i lie, of course he likes flowers, his garden proves that but how long would his broody reputation last if people see him sulking around with purple flowers on his person? it wouldn’t last long at all.

despite elliot’s cold usual stature, there were moments when lip could get to him, to peek through a crack in the monstrous walls elliot constructed. “don’t be,” he pauses, screwing up his face as if to sneeze but then shaking his head, “silly, everyone loves flowers,” he punctuates this again by ducking into his elbow. “my body just doesn’t particularly like these, so they need a new home.”

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delaneycarver:

“Whoa, sudden change in topic. Can’t believe I’m being interrogated like a criminal,” she said, plopping down on the couch behind her and crossing her arms in front of her. “Yes. On the couch, for the record.”

“it was just... a question.” he trails off, not even thinking to mention that his dear sister probably did in fact have some sore of criminal record. he gives a little shrug. “i wouldn’t think it any other way. i didn’t mean to... step out of line.”

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I am a different person to different people. Annoying to one. Talented to another. Quiet to a few. Unknown to a lot. But who am I, to me?

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adclias:

          flowers, no matter what kind, were a weakness to adelia. she kept them around her always. her grandmother had a large garden and they cared for it often. but apart from the fond memory they were absolutely stunning, independent creatures of nature. they held so much truth and beauty. phillip handing them out to her might not have been much to him, but she took them with a grin.   “ oh, my dear, these are lovely. thank you so much. i shall put them in a vase. far, far away from you. “   she took them off his hands and set them at a distance, a hand reaching towards him.   “ why have them in the first place, love ?   goodness, your nose is nearly a faucet. “    she pulled a handkerchief from her purse— because the only woman on earth still with a handkerchief was adelia. she barely even used it.   “ here, “

even from across the square, he knew adelia would want the flowers. he could’ve shown up holding anything - from a puppy to an old bicycle tire and she would have been excited about it, no matter what. he loved that about her, the great attraction she had on people just simply by loving and finding the beauty in everything and anything was... incredible to lip. “thank you,” he chuckles, despite the implied ‘meanness’ of the words, he knew adelia only meant it in a way to benefit him. “someone sent them as a thank you, and the girl working the front desk put them out and the air conditioning,” he waves vaguely, “got the pollen all spread around.” he thanks her, taking the little embroidered cloth - of course she of all people would be toting this old thing around - and dabbing his nose gently.

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delaneycarver:

Delaney took the flowers, nose wrinkled as she held them. “God, flowers are overrated,” she commented. “God, people really kiss the ass of that stupid bakery, don’t they?”

“i guess they aren’t for everyone, but i’m sure they smell good. are you still staying with troy?” he asks, innocently enough. “i think it’s just a goodwill gesture, like a way of saying ‘good job’.”

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kennedvs:

“you sure know how to woo a girl, don’t ya lip?” kennedy joked, snagging the flowers from his hands. “you know if you wanted to ask me out all you had to do was ask,” she knew it might not be nice to tease him, but it was so easy. and plus, he was one of the only ones she felt comfortable enough joking with like this.

he gives a bashful smile, cocking his head to the side and returning her playful tone. “am i really that transparent?” now that he was out in the open and more than a few inches from the flowers, he could feel his allergies letting up already. “well, i didn’t want to ruin our friendship and blah blah, you know all that rom-com stuff.”

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fliiss:

“Santé,” she utters at the sound of his sneeze, an automatic reaction. Fliss expects that to be the totality of their interaction; she had assumed he hadn’t been seeking out an actual conversation. She especially hadn’t assumed he’d be giving her flowers. “Oh, um,” her hands accept the outstretched bundle and she cradles them to her chest, “I suppose if you do not want them? If you have no one else who may want them.” They are rather lovely.

his sudden wonder at her choice of dialect is short lived, interrupted yet again by a sneeze to his elbow. he hands them over easily, even the small distance between them enough to calm his allergies. “i... don’t, really. i’d want them if it weren’t for my allergies, but i figure people would rather me get rid of them than periodically sneezing into various batters. what.... language was that? if you don’t mind telling, i mean.”

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delaneycarver:

“What the fuck?” Delaney investigated the plant, brows furrowed tightly together. “Why do you have these in the first place? You’re so weird.”

“someone sent them to the bakery as a thank-you for catering a-” another sneeze, “excuse me, birthday party. come on, i very well can’t bring them back.”