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[pencilpremonition]

Who: EVERYONE!
When: Day 19, Late Afternoon
Where: All the Apartments. All of them.
What: Becca's bringing around flower arrangements!

[Please put your apartment letter in the subject line and reply to that thread if someone's already answered the door for your apartment. Thanks!]

[Becca's making trips to all the apartments. Since people are in and out of the shrine room, she knocks on one of the bedroom doors in apartment A. Otherwise, she knocks on the hallway door of every apartment. Even apartment E.]

Housekeeping! This'll be quick~!

Comments

[over_the_fop]

Now we really DO need a mirror in here.

[To Chrono.] What do you think? Am I a heartbreaker?

[overclocking]

[......

N-no response, just STIFLED LAUGHTER]

[over_the_fop]

... I'm not entirely sure how to translate that.

[overclocking]

[I'm sorry you're just so excessively you]

Give him one to chew on, Becca, then I can say yes.

[pencilpremonition]

No, the rest of them are for Bob. And you look gorgeous, he's just jealous.

[over_the_fop]

I'm afraid I'll have to take the lady's word. You understand, as a gentleman, right?

[overclocking]

My pride will recover, given time.

[pencilpremonition]

We could decorate you, instead of Bob. Come sit down.

[over_the_fop]

[MAKES ROOM :D]

[overclocking]

[....orz

Sits.]

[pencilpremonition]

[You get a hair-combing and a single flower tucked into your headband at your ear, not the full walking bouquet treatment Messenger got.]

I think you look better with just one. Let's still decorate Bob.

[over_the_fop]

Are you sure? Maybe he should match...

[overclocking]

[...I'm just going to sit here obediently and let you two figure it out.]

[pencilpremonition]

No no, the minimal look suits him.

[over_the_fop]

[He grins.]

Very well, I'm sure Bob shall appreciate it.

[pencilpremonition]

[She offers half the flowers to Messenger to help decorate Bob.]

[over_the_fop]

[Leaps to his feet, and accepts the flowers with a bow.]

[overclocking]

[...WELL. If my services have been successfully rendered here, I might go back to my nap.]

[pencilpremonition]

[You do that. I'll just be putting flowers on this blob here.]

[over_the_fop]

[FLOWERS ONNA BLOB. By the time they're done, Bob has a very nice floral toupee.]

[pencilpremonition]

[Becca leans on Bob when they're done, quite pleased with it. She's feeling much better now.]

[over_the_fop]

Now there's some good color to you.

[pencilpremonition]

Yeah, I just...I...

[sigh]

That little brat is totally wrong about me. He doesn't know anything, and I bet he was spoiled rotten. He's got no right to say those things about me.

[over_the_fop]

[He leans on Bob beside her. It wobbles and waves at the new presence.]

His opinions are his to keep, my dear. It IS his right to say anything he very well likes, regardless of whether it's right or wrong...

... One cannot be silenced for the comfort of another.

[over_the_fop]

... But if he's wrong, it cannot take much to show it. Instead of fighting until your heart gives, merely show your heart itself.