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    He was singing Shakira and drinking from a glass bottle, which was actually a whole bottle of champagne. Usually he didn't drink something this...eh, fancy, but it was the only thing he could get his paws on. Besides, he liked how bubbly it was, and fizzy and sh!t. And the bottle was pretty.


    And if those two things weren't weird enough, John had put flowers everywhere. He made bouquets and wrapped them in pretty ribbon, sending them out to everyone he could. The people he knew had theirs specifically labeled for them, as he couldn't say he knew everyone's name to do that for everyone. At least they got one, right?


    And he couldn't help but make the prettiest one for Alexander, and it was only because he was feeling a bit down. Totally.


    He got the story why from an npc who had been there, and of course he felt bad.


    While the other ones he made were put together with the wildflowers he could find, he put together the last one for his bro with roses and these really pretty pink lilies. Hey, it had to be the prettiest, right?


    And he had this little note attached to it.


    Don't feel so down, Alex. You're a good looking guy, you'll find someone! I guarantee it.


    - John


    And there you have it. Champagne, flowers, and a slightly drunk John Laurens.


    Enjoy.


    "Daaaaaamn, this is good."



    ( idk man i got all this muse all of a sudden )


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    Forever is a long, long time
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    But I wouldn't mind spending it by your side

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    If there's one thing Kiipcha loved more than anything else, it was flowers. Excitedly, the pup grasped the bouquet delivered and put one of the flowers behind her ear. Ah, how beautiful! Her attention then turned towards the drunk canine. This was the same way Midori smelled when she'd said that one and word. The pup trotted up, eyes wide. "A-are you okay, sir?" Was he... Singing?








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    He almost trips over the bouquet, managing to stop himself before he crushes the flowers. Alex blinks. Does he have admirers somewhere? The thought quickly vanishes as he glances over at the note attached to it, a small, grateful smile on his maw as he reads John's note. Something soft and warm drives away the boiling regret and guilt in his gut. His friends are so... nice. He stores the note and flowers somewhere, pulling out a single rose to tuck behind his ear. It seems ridiculously feminine, but for now he doesn't care.


    Spotting John conversing with Kiipcha and Sharkpaw, he trots over to the canine, grinning up at him. "Hey, John! Look, I really appreciated the note and the flowers. I am very lucky and glad to have you as my friend," he says, his old enthusiasm returning.
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    "Laurens. John Laurens." He introduced dramatically, bowing for effect. And since he wasn't a very classy fellow, he almost fell over. How embarrassing that would have been! He managed to pull himself together, though, pushing himself upright.


    Then he saw Alex. The flower he had chosen to wear was undoubtedly adorable, though he wouldn't say that out loud...maybe. "You did? Well, I did my best. C'mon, don't get all sappy on me. Wait, no, keep going." He joked, squealing internally because god damn, what a cutie. "You look great, by the way. Loving the flower, it's a nice touch."


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=; width:410px;][justify]Corrin had nearly destroyed the flowers that John had left outside her door, her paw touching the thorns of the prickly flowers and sending the white canine back a bit. She wiggling her paw, looking a he flowers. It was unusual, for sure. Until she saw John, flat out drunk. Well, she had seen worse, and she was sure everybody knew that by now. Leaving the roses on her table, the vice exited her den. "What day is it? I don't recall there being a holiday today." Maybe there was a holiday where you were supposed to give flowers. Maybe she was forgetting something. [size=9pt]♚


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    Lafayette was impressed. John may have been a bit tipsy - was that champagne? - though his work in gathering the many flowers required to accomplish so may bouquets was exquisite, and the bouquets themselves were beautiful. He'd received one made of tea roses and bluebells, a unique combination, and had taken to weaving some of the flowers into his crown he'd previously received. Adorning the accessory atop his head, the lanky French feline ambled merrily over to the group, stopping near Alexander and John. "Laurens! Trés bon travail! Merci!" the chocolate hued feline chimed. Glancing toward Hamilton from the corner of his grey eyes, he smiles. "Oui, I agree. Flowers are the best accessories." and in his throat bubbles laughter. John and Alex got along together quite well, didn't they? And freckled Laurens sent his dear lion roses? Interesting.
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    Alexander grins. "It is incredibly thoughtful of you to do this and I am happy that we know each other!" he says, acquiescing to John's joking request. The mention of the flower puts a sheepish, flustered grin on his maw, and the shrug lifting his shoulders is aimed both at John and Lafayette. His words, though, are only for the canine in front of him. "Why thank you! Perhaps you can wear one too! Then we can match!"
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