Corn Poppy and Rue (Lithuania taken, but open)

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    Feliks sat at his house in his favorite chair. Furnished beautifully, the large house held many treasures. The pictures of the soldiers who fought for him and his country, the saints who lived there, the horses he owned, his best friend in the world: Toris (who any minute would appear at his door). His walls were a soft red and the tile floor of the sitting room in his front hall was white. His own room was pink with a large soft pink bed with curtains. Sighing, the short nineteen year old stood up. He groaned loudly and went into the kitchen.

    Toris hums quietly as he walks down the sidewalk to Feliks's house. He walks up the front steps and raises a hand to knock tentatively on the door.

    He dropped the bag of flour and went running into the main room.
    "OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG!" He nearly screamed, smiling. Getting to the door and swinging it open, he clung to Toris.
    "Hey!"

    "Jeez, took you long enough." Feliks said that, but was smiling jokingly at his friend. He grabbed his hand and pulled him into the warm house, "It's cold out, so come inside." Closing the door behind them and hugging his arms around his body, he led the Lithuanian into his house, "C'mon. I need to clean something up."

    "My kitchen. I threw a bag of flour on the floor, but whatever. It'll take only a few minutes." Feliks said, skipping into the kitchen. There was indeed a large pile of flour all over the floor, spreading over five feet.
    "Wow." Feliks said, surprised at his own capability to make art.

    "I told you, I threw it down. Well, more like dropped it, but it's on the floor so it doesn't matter. How will I clean it up?" He sat on the counter, kicking out his legs.

    Toris heads over to where he knows Feliks keeps the broom and carries it to the flour explosion. He starts sweeping the flour carefully into a dustpan.

    "Thank you. I'll have to buy more, but that can wait." He watched him work, knowing by now that his friend cleaned as a habit, and anything Feliks would do didn't break it.

    Toris nods, looking up at Feliks with a smile. He picks up the dust pan and dumps it in the trash. "What do you have planned for today?"

    "Well, we were gonna ride horses or something and paint and dress up." He said, kicking his legs out.

    "If you don't want to, you don't need to, Toris." Feliks said as he hopped up the stairs. When he got to the top. he grabbed the rail and spun around, smiling at him.