[He leans forward, placing his elbows on his knees and his hands over his mouth. He's... surprised, to say the least. But-- Christ, this man really needs help on the delivery doesn't he. Yes, Vicious knows he wasn't raised or whatever it is he says, but he knows he's better at it than this-- Then again, he's never tried to make his own flowers, before. These blooms were born of him... They really are as meaningful as he'd said. The thought... actually counts.
Not that it stops him from laughing. It starts as a stifled snort, then a barely audible giggle, holding his hand tighter over his mouth as if it's going to help. He has to look away-- it's the only thing that will save him.]
Y-you're so thoughtful, Fearless. [S-snicker.]
[Though, now... he's. Nervous. He never knows when to expect Spike to be home-- the stray cat that he is --much less for Valentine's Day. Their relationship has been in a rocky spot since... well. The second time (in V's recent memory, anyway) that he killed him, even if they'd had a chance to talk it out... He hasn't been entirely sure where they stood.
This little display just... definitely makes him feel worse about where he'd just come from. Crap. ...Shit, fuck.]
Really-- I-- I wish I'd known. I... would've gotten you something, too.
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[He leans forward, placing his elbows on his knees and his hands over his mouth. He's... surprised, to say the least. But-- Christ, this man really needs help on the delivery doesn't he. Yes, Vicious knows he wasn't raised or whatever it is he says, but he knows he's better at it than this-- Then again, he's never tried to make his own flowers, before. These blooms were born of him... They really are as meaningful as he'd said. The thought... actually counts.
Not that it stops him from laughing. It starts as a stifled snort, then a barely audible giggle, holding his hand tighter over his mouth as if it's going to help. He has to look away-- it's the only thing that will save him.]
Y-you're so thoughtful, Fearless. [S-snicker.]
[Though, now... he's. Nervous. He never knows when to expect Spike to be home-- the stray cat that he is --much less for Valentine's Day. Their relationship has been in a rocky spot since... well. The second time (in V's recent memory, anyway) that he killed him, even if they'd had a chance to talk it out... He hasn't been entirely sure where they stood.
This little display just... definitely makes him feel worse about where he'd just come from. Crap. ...Shit, fuck.]
Really-- I-- I wish I'd known. I... would've gotten you something, too.
[Fuck, fuck fuck--]