#flwerpower

                                         ❛   It  has  been  a  while  ,     I  am  aware  .      ❜           &   sorry  ;   but  she  has  never  been  one  to  offer  the  right  words  so  easily  .            ❛   And  I  will  leave     if  you  wish     I  just  need  a  little  medical  attention  and  perhaps  a  familiar  ,      sorely  missed     face  .   I  will  show  you  what  to  do  of  course  just  .......   please  ?   ❜            //      @flwerpower      !

     he’s  confused  and  it  is  in  these  moments  that  kronos  wonders  if  the  gods  had  lost  control  of  the  mortals .  “  apologies ,  i  didn’t  mean  to  startle  you .  ”  he  did ,  and  the  hint  of  lie  is  given  through  his  tone  of  voice .

@flwerpower sc.

        “So speaking METAPHORICALLY, let’s say I have this friend that thinks you’re cute. You’d go out with him, right?”

( @flwerpower ! )

“So... you control plants?” He has no idea what she does, to be honest. All he knows is that he’s seen her hanging around all of the houseplants in the facility. For all he knows, she may really just like plants.

@flwerpower        /        starter call !

“ah, finally, you’re awake.” it’s been a long night for miguel, even longer when you factor in the time it took to get his unexpected guest home. and now, finally, she’s up and about. or, at least, that’s what miguel assumes when he hears the door open behind him. he’s standing in the kitchen flipping pancakes, just like his mom used to make, trying to make them as fluffy as she did. (he’s not sure if he’s succeeding.) he takes a few of the pancakes off the griddle, his first batch, and puts them on a plate, turning around. “first of all, i don’t like to be judgmental, but this is from an objective standpoint -- what you did last night? incredibly stupid.” he holds up a finger in case she gets any ideas about interrupting. “however, we didn’t have sex if that’s what you’re wondering.” he turns around to check the pancakes still on the griddle and ensure they’re not burning -- they aren’t. he swivels back around. “and thirdly, breakfast will be ready soon.” that reminds him, he needs to start making the bacon and the eggs. in the meantime, though, he gestures to the bar stools at his kitchen counter (because what is a bartender without barstools at home, he supposes?). “please. sit.”