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Room 421, Thursday Evening
May. 20th, 2010 10:40 pmRinoa had expected a number of things from this island, thanks to the warnings at the picnic, but the sentient flowers? Those had taken her by surprise.
They were adorable. They sang little songs and swayed in the wind and asked nosy questions about her love life.
"No, we broke up months ago," she explained. "The distance was too hard, since he was still at Garden. We stayed in touch, though."
A sympathetic chorus of ohhhhhhhhhhhhh's.
Who knew that flowers wanted to hear all about your ex-boyfriends?
(door and post open!)
They were adorable. They sang little songs and swayed in the wind and asked nosy questions about her love life.
"No, we broke up months ago," she explained. "The distance was too hard, since he was still at Garden. We stayed in touch, though."
A sympathetic chorus of ohhhhhhhhhhhhh's.
Who knew that flowers wanted to hear all about your ex-boyfriends?
(door and post open!)
