[Vicious rolls his eyes, smiling a bit more as he steps up next to Spike and slips an arm around his waist. That man is as fickle as a cat, too. Huffy, standoffish and yet desperate for physical closeness. Not that Vicious didn't want to oblige earlier than this, it's just that it... took a lot more work to stay tangible. Thanks to his new hypnotist, his mind has been able to rework his body into something more of a solid state for longer-- though he does realize that he never really got to tell Spike about it. But he'll worry about that later. He'd rather make sure his partner recognizes how grateful he is for the gift.]
It really is.
[He gives the green man a squeeze before leaning down to pluck a bloom from the bush, studying it closely as he admires it.]
You know... come to think of it. No one's ever brought me flowers, before.
[And as of twelve hours ago, no one had really ever given him a gift just because before either, but that's neither here nor there-- They'd never made a habit of exchanging gifts because they rarely had anywhere to put them. If they were getting something "for each other," they always bought themselves something that matched. Like their gaudy cowboy belt buckles. ]
It's a lovely gift, Fearless. Whatever they are, I love them.
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Date: 2023-02-25 02:49 am (UTC)It really is.
[He gives the green man a squeeze before leaning down to pluck a bloom from the bush, studying it closely as he admires it.]
You know... come to think of it. No one's ever brought me flowers, before.
[And as of twelve hours ago, no one had really ever given him a gift just because before either, but that's neither here nor there-- They'd never made a habit of exchanging gifts because they rarely had anywhere to put them. If they were getting something "for each other," they always bought themselves something that matched. Like their gaudy cowboy belt buckles. ]
It's a lovely gift, Fearless. Whatever they are, I love them.