#duskfloret

Brolly Lane by Tim Allen

    (   ⚔  )  ━  That, to Nikita, sounded like a terrible idea.  ❝  I wonder if we could find someone to give you that power  ?  ❞  He mused quietly, considering the auburn-haired gremlin before him. That power would, at the very least, suit her well.  ❝  If we do, you have to promise to kill me first.  ❞  It was a fair trade, he figured, for his help. He tilted his glass of water to swirl what little of it was left as he thought a bit more about it. He really could see it, but. . .  ❝  But how would it work  ?  ❞  Nikita found himself asking her what he would normally ask his team when they worked through a plan or through training sessions. Not as in depth and not as seriously, but still he was curious to see what she would say.  ❝  Would someone have to understand the pun or would they just automatically start laughing and not know why  ?  That it’s anyone within earshot suggests you wouldn’t really have any particular control over it, yes  ?  So there’d be a lot of collateral damage. ❞  He hummed, sipping at his water.  ❝  I'd like some logistics here, Pyrrha.  ❞

    [SMS: Maiko 💃] i guess you could say i’m a private person.

    [SMS: Maiko 💃] ‘ ... she said as she regularly performed in front of many people, with the exception of her friend ’

       THERE has got to be a nickname, a moniker, that’s less EMBARRASSING than hers; adoration was not uncommon in their school, but it was to the point where it was almost ridiculous. It was ridiculous to the extent that he only knew of what they called her instead of what her name actually is, but they called him worse, they called him what he could not comprehend. It almost falls from his lips, but he catches himself and regards her properly; one really ought to these days.  

       ❛ Nakahara-san. ❜

  “Tha Hell are yeh doin’?” Ah, there goes his accent again -- slipping out in irritation. Seriously, did people have no respect for plant life at all anymore? Raythe didn’t mind the evolution of society when it didn’t harm his forests or fauna, but now people will trample over just about anything if they aren’t paying attention. “I don’t suppose yeh walk all over yer friends ahn family like that too, do yeh?”

  For a tall, scary guy like Raythe, it almost seemed sweet that he was worrying over a few trampled flowers. That is... if he hadn’t almost tried to bite their head off in the process. “Well? What are yeh waiting for? An invitation? Say yer sorry.”

“  WHAT’S  IT  going  to  be  then  ,  eh  ?  “

     This was not the sort of shop Nnoitra would normally enter. Simply because he always assumed that the stuff thy sold was too expensive for him. If he wanted to buy chocolate, he’d buy it at the grocery store. This place was one you’d go to if you wanted to buy fucking expensive chocolate for like... Valentine’s or something like that. But, since Nnoitra’s boyfriend didn’t like sweet things, he would never get that opportunity. Nnoitra had often walked past this shop, and his eye had always been drawn to the window exhibition. Today, he had decided that fuck it - he was going to at least go inside and take a look. Once he WAS inside... Well, it became obvious to him that there was NO WAY he could leave without buying something. Everything just looked ( and smelled ) SO delicious! This was basically a candy store, but for grown ups. Or at least that’s the impression he got. His mouth was watering, and he tried his best to make up his mind on what to buy. In the end, he decided to ask the shop owner for advice. He looked like a friendly sort of guy ( someone who sold chocolate fucking HAD to be friendly, right? ), and the answer that Nnoitra got WAS a ‘ nice ‘ one, for sure. He also had the feeling the guy was trying to sell him something that was expensive. But ey, he was a grown ass man, and if he WANTED to eat chocolate covered in fucking gold, then he could do just that!

     Nnoitra looked at the gold coated truffles. Were they really gonna be the BEST milk chocolate he had ever eaten? Not that he was a picky eater though. It DID sound like a real fucking treat. Did he deserve a treat? Probably not. But the guy was offering it to him for a discount price! Wasn’t that a GOOD deal? And all he had to do was say his honest opinion about it? Nnoitra was ALL about honesty, so that should be easy. He could hear a voice in his head chanting; do it, do it, do it. Fuck it.