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A single red alstroemeria - friendship and devotion - is delivered to Georgia with a note simply saying “From Rick.” He hopes it’s a peace offering and that she won’t break his face like she did a plate.

[🐎] — A few flowers from her friends and family had been expected on the Flower Festival, but Georgia had no idea she’d be getting one from rival boy. Or... Rick, rather.

He certainly had no reason to give her one, especially considering their last run-in, and yet he did. Was there some catch to this, some angle she just wasn’t getting? Or should she just take it at face value, and see it as the gift it seemed to be? Hmmm.

Well. Whatever it was, Georgia had no intentions on taking it from him and not giving back herself, so she does just that, sending a red alstroemeria of her own to his ranch, with a short note attached:

Just because I don’t like owing debts! So... take it. Thanks.

@chickenshxtboy;

There were so many farms in Arcadia. It made Felicity so happy to see all of the animals and plants thriving; It gave her hope that she’d be like them someday, too. Passing one farm, she slowed, something about it pricking at the base of her skull. 

The plants here did not look very happy. They were yellow and not very strong looking, like their leaves might break away if a soft breeze blew by. Coming to a stop, she placed her hand on the fence lining the property. He had to be the farmer, right? He looked so frustrated.

12 blue lisianthuses - appreciation, lifelong bond 6 red alstroemerias - friendship, devotion 1 pink peony - prosperity, good fortune

A note is attached:

“Dear Poppy, please forgive the pink peony. I know it also has ties to romance, but come on, I couldn’t get you a bouquet without a pink flower! Thank you for being the greatest sister on the planet. I love you!

-Rick”

Popuri had little care of what flowers meant as she was more enraptured by their appearance and smell. In her book, all flowers were equal! She was ecstatic to receive Rick’s gift and put both flowers and note in her office at the Guild. When she was feeling down, she knew they would lift her mood. Holding the bouquet close to her chest, she leaned forward and inhaled their scent with a wide smile.

Iluka didn’t understand how people had the time to send flowers when there was still work to be done. She didn’t close her business due to the simple festivities of handing out flowers, but then again, she found that her work ethic could be different from others here. Some people jumped at the opportunity to take a day or two off, where as she didn’t want to risk losing the business. It was more to keep the customers satisfied and coming back.

That didn’t mean, however, that she didn’t appreciate when someone else sent her flowers. She loved the attention. And to that, the flower she had gotten from Rick was well received. He could have put more effort into the note, but that was besides the point.

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Before he left Arcadia, Soseki thought he’d take one last look around. He passed his grandparent’s home but didn’t enter since he knew they’d keep him all day and there were other places he wanted to see one last time. He was excited to be moving in with Evelyn, but Arcadia would always hold a special place in his heart for many reasons. 

Arcadia was full of memories. On days his joints didn’t ache as much, Soseki could close his eyes and even the simple breeze caressing his cheek would transport him to a different time. While he didn’t want to be in that time anymore, he still cherished what was here and now that he was moving, trying to take a step forward in his life, he wanted to say goodbye to what was here.

Which naturally brought him to a tree that he knew well, one he’d spent a lot of time under in his more youthful days. However, when his feet followed the familiar path and he arrived, he was stopped short by a fence. The tree was now on the property of a farm. Would he even be able to go near it? Would that be weird to ask? Hi, can I come on your property to go say bye to a tree? Yeah, he was sure that’d work out really well.

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Drip, drip, drip...

There was a serenity about the place, Arthur feeling as though he could truly unwind while mineral rich water as soft as silk caressed and soaked his skin. Although Arthur was not a man who indulged himself often, he made sure to visit the local springs at least twice a week since he’d moved to the island about a month ago.

The staff were kind, at least the few he had interacted with. Attentive and lively, passionate about their jobs and eager to help. It didn’t hurt that many of the employees were quite lovely in their own rights.

... and one in particular seemed to always be working when he arrived, accompanied by a pair of the loveliest round shades he had ever seen.

Resting against smooth rock as he listened to the flowing of water between the steaming pools and against the worn stone, he felt his eyes flutter shut until his daze was broken by the opening of the sliding door attached to the change room.

“My my, Rick is it?” Arthur spoke lowly, as if his voice would disturb the stillness of the night itself if he was too loud. “Please, come in. If you’re shy I can close my eyes.”

Back in Norad, bath houses and hot springs were extremely common, but in Arcadia it seemed almost everyone was very shy in this setting.

Is it a bad idea? It’s probably a bad idea.

As usual, Rick does it anyway.

In Popuri’s mailbox is a package, and inside of it is a chick kigurumi and a letter:

“Dear Sis,

Merry Christmas! If you ever miss the chickens back home, please feel free to wear this and come pet my cluckadoodle. She could use the attention, and I sure could do with seeing you too.

Love,

Your Idiot Brother”

Popuri pressed her lips together as opened the package and pulled out the chick kigurumi. 

It was adorable. The hoodie, the sleeves, the color, the little eyes. She could easily see herself lounging in this. Or even, maybe, going to his farm in it.