#abelabyss

There's not much he's good at. There never has been. He can't talk to the other gender, he can't cook (he's tried), he can't lead, and he can't control his emotions.

He's a pretty good fighter though, so at least he takes pride in that.

Abyss crumples the petals in his hand and lets them fall to the floor. His nose wrinkles a little in distaste as if looking at a slug on the sidewalk.

He's not stupid, he knows who it's for (at least he assumes he does).

He sighs and looks away from the petals, it's fine. No one will question it anyways, worst comes to worse they'll probably just blame Love, and Love will assume its one of the guys giving her flowers.

Which is a little weird now that he thinks about it...

He bites his lower lip in frustration before huffing and walking away. He'll figure this out. He knows he will.

There's probably a spell or some sort of magic (possibly healing magic?) that can help with this. Then it'll all be fine. He won't know.