Jul 2, 2013
♣ ❤
drunk message
[text]: hey ivan
[text]: im outta booz
[text]: u have any Morse
[text]: mourn
[text]: fuck
[text]: more
[text]: they're we go
[text]: fucking autocorrect
lusty/loving/affectionate message
*A single sunflower is left in a simple vase on a table, in plain view of anyone--anyone being Ivan--who walks into the room.
There's one small note laying next to the vase, and all it says is:
Heard you like sunflowers. There's more where this came from. You should visit sometime.
The handwriting is Alfred's.*
