#genccide

❝ if WEARING HEELS doesn't make my taller height my ACTUAL height, ❞

Genos walks in with the largest bouquet of flowers Felicity would ever see. It covers all the way up past his head, just a couple feet shy of touching the ceiling. Mostly, it's white roses, but it's surrounded by a row of lavender, sword lilies and the smaller bellflowers, and a few of orange lilies that help give the bouquet a unique and exotic look unparalleled by regular floral arrangements. A small "Happy birthday" card sits comfortably between the roses, written in his own pristine handwriting. And he's personally made sure that it'd indeed be the largest bouquet she'd ever see. He knows that because they're specifically genetically mutated to be that way -

( LATE AS HELL BUT FELI BIRTH. YIPPEE )

❝ HOLY— ❞ flowers. FLOWERS AS FAR AS THE EYE COULD SEE, flowers totally absorbing her doorframe; to such a point that she had NO IDEA who was behind the overflowing bouquet, no matter how she moved from side to side to try and take a look at the gifter.

❝ hello ?! ❞ she parts the flowers – the rose's thorns having been cut, and, after some effort, finally reaches genos.

❝ —YOU ARE INSANE ! ❞ hello to you too, felicity. she takes his face between her hands, forcing him to look at her; her voice is loud, but far, far from being angry. ❝ you are INSANE, do you KNOW that ?! ❞ on the contrary, really.