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[twatular.livejournal.com]

[Owen somehow managed to appear on the Plane while thinking over some flowers for a certain someone. He's looking at them pensively, like he's worrying about whether or not to go ahead with giving them to you-know-who or just toss them out.

Bawww, bother the poor, helpless nerd.]

((ooc: >_> I LIVE!))

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[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[Peering over his shoulder] Who are those for?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Have a mopey!Ianto, Owen. He's not even going to make fun of you.] Those for Tosh?

((LIES.))

[twatular.livejournal.com]

[sjkdslf --] Oh, um -- someone. I, um. [vague gesture with flowers D:]

[twatular.livejournal.com]

[uh --------] ... Um. Yeah. They are, yeah.

((TRUTHS.))

[dritte-tochter.livejournal.com]

[she has been pinged by flowers. and will now be looking them over with you, because that's what she does]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Of course they are. Stupid question, really. Not sure why I bothered asking.

((NO. :|))

[twatular.livejournal.com]

[blink] Um -- h'lo.

[twatular.livejournal.com]

[self-depricating 'heh'] Well, yeah, obviously; I mean, who else would they be for... [looks at them again, looking a bit torn and pathetic]

How're you?

((;_;))

[dritte-tochter.livejournal.com]

[eek! the human is talking to her! she'll scoot away now to the other side of the flowers and stare at you]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Fine. [And that came out far too fast to sound plausible, so he tries again.] ...I'm fine, Owen.

((*pets*))

[twatular.livejournal.com]

[o.o] Oh -- no, no, it's all right. I'm -- I'm not gonna hurt you.

[twatular.livejournal.com]

You sure?

[remare.livejournal.com]

{Hey, this reminds her of Akatsuki, a little bit! Awww}

Are those flowers for someone?

[dritte-tochter.livejournal.com]

O-of course not, desu. I wasn't worried anyway! [still peering at him uncertainly, but she really is interested in the flowers, so] You shouldn't leave them like this. They'll die, desu...

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Positive. I just said I was, didn't I?

[twatular.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I was -- hopin' to give them to someone who might put them in some water. Or throw 'em in my face...

[twatular.livejournal.com]

Yeah, but you seem a bit -- um. Nevermind.

[twatular.livejournal.com]

[Small, sheepish smile.] Yeah.

[dritte-tochter.livejournal.com]

You have to be careful with them all the time, desu! [reaches out to touch one a little sadly] Humans never notice when they hurt things...

[twatular.livejournal.com]

[Small smile, and he looks down] S'pose they don't, do they... tell you what, though -- I'll be extra careful, yeah?

[remare.livejournal.com]

That's a really nice thing for you to do, then! What kind of flowers are they?

[dritte-tochter.livejournal.com]

[hmphs] You better! They need water, at least!

[thinks about this a second, then hops away and disappears, reappearing with a small vase. she gathers up the flowers and pulls out her watering can, filling the vase]

There, see? Now they'll be okay a little longer, desu. Really. It's not that hard, silly human.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

I'm fine, Owen. Just drop it, and we'll both be much happier for it. Alright?

[twatular.livejournal.com]

They're, um - orchids.

[twatular.livejournal.com]

[headrub] Thanks.