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sweetpinkpixie · 07-11-2023, 10:59 PM

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Originally Posted by Harron Peasley

Would he have been devastated to know that she thought he sent the birthday cards out of obligation? That she thought he believed it was something he had to do, rather than wanted to? That if there was a possibility of a standing order for Owl Post birthday cards, he'd signed up to it?

That was how Florrie felt, even if she would never admit to it. Even if she pretended she was above it all.

She heard him mention flowers, and had to force herself not to arch a perfectly shaped eyebrow. Instead she waited for his gaze to fall on her, and then offered a smile. A smile that was trying to be her usual confident one, but a smile that also betrayed a slight nervousness. "Who are the flowers for?" she asked softly, kicking the leg that was crossed over the other.

Perhaps only in that is was never the Cooper Emilio Branxton way to send just a card to anyone who had such an impactful influence on his life. Though...it would maybe not completely shock him if she disregarded his humble, always snow related, gifts (or at least pretended to depending on the day or the company with which she opened anything) considering how she was showered in luxury and glam. Surely the little Tibetan pendant necklace he had given her long ago was lost among all the diamonds and...whatever else. Or, well, he assumed as much...which was likely unfair of him...and he suddenly felt a phantom ache in his left eye and cheek. Long healed by now, it was a little cruel that life would send him a reminder of that day in the lodge now.

So...yeah...devastation was certainly in the cards. Perhaps more embarrassment that he had been chasing a spring wind for so long that maybe wanted nothing more than to forever slip through his fingers. She was still, in his thoughts, often equated with Flora. Though he had ceased comparing those he was close to with myth for quite some time now - hmmm, interesting. When had he properly stopped doing that? Growing up and maturing was a wild adventure, that was for certain.

Not the turn of conversation he would have pivoted to, but it was as good an ice breaker as any considering matters and the fact that he found himself entirely tonguetied. "Oh...well...um...," he began as he straightened so he wasn't slouching and looking like a complete slob on the bench. Getting his mum a bouquet was a thought that had swam around in his thoughts briefly, but it was a little impractical to get fresh flowers now when he would not be visiting home until later in the week for family dinner. He smiled to himself and chuckled as he rubbed the back of his neck and would say it was the sun causing a bit of additional colors to his cheeks. "...my girlfriend. A midweek surprise...of sorts."

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