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[gcnegurl]

“Political?” He quirked a brow, shaking his head. “Ah, well, I suppose that’s alright. To each their own?” That was a saying, right? “I’m doing fine. Working on my next novel, enjoying the snow. What… Have you been up to?”

[finnflowers-blog1]

“Nothing much, honestly. Moved here, got an apartment. Oh, dude -- I have this little family of rats living with me? I’m totally living like Cinderella, and it’s pretty damn cool. I’m pretty broke, though. Dad is only sending me money once a month -- but, hey. I can always bum off you. Right, godfather?”

[gcnegurl]

“Oh.” His eyes flicked over his nephew, inwardly sighing heavily. “I’m not being dramatic, I’m merely making a point. I am a writer after all. Hello, Finn.” He spoke slightly awkwardly. “How are you?”

[finnflowers-blog1]

“Oh, yeah. I was going to read your newest book, but it was a bit heavy for me -- you know I’m not really into that political shit. No offense, just -- you know. But, I’m doing good. What about you, man?”

[dawnkissed]

“You say that as if borderline flirting is bad a thing,” she responded with a cheeky smile , shrugging in feigned innocence. “Then again, having a heart attack in the middle of all this snow would not be a good thing, so I’ll try not to.”

[finnflowers-blog1]

“Heart attacks in general don’t seem very -- good. But, I think I’d deal with one for you. Maybe not in the snow, though. I’m not that great when it comes to the cold -- maybe when summer hits, though.”

[seefooddieit]

(Red, White and Blue Quinoa Fruit Salad)

[gcnegurl]

James looked around, sighing heavily, a white cloud erupting from his lips. “This weather is as cold as my heart.” He frowned, shaking his head. “It’s just not right.”

[gcnegurl]

[finnflowers-blog1]

“Woah, that’s dramatic. Guess that comes with the suit, huh? ‘Sup, J.”

[jokiings-a]

“How old do you take me for, kid?”

[finnflowers-blog1]

“----52?”

[dawnkissed]

Iliana stared at the boy for a long moment before simply bursting into laughter. “Yeah, definitely rambling. You good there? Don’t worry, I won’t kick you in the balls—you seem harmless enough. And thanks, by the way. You’re not too bad, either.”

[finnflowers-blog1]

Watching her laugh, Finn couldn’t help but laugh too -- the sound melting into his chest, he tried to fight the flush meeting his cheeks; running a hand through his hair, he slouched backwards. 

“Oh, dude. You can’t do that to me. That’s borderline flirting, and my heart can’t take that. Shit, man.”

[cain-rhodes-blog-blog]

“If it’ll keep you from asking any more questions, sure.”

[finnflowers-blog1]

“Oh, dude. No harsh feelings, man. All chill.”

[chloesparker-blog]

“Do you ever actually know what you’re talking about, though?”

[finnflowers-blog1]

“Nope!”

[jokiings-a]

“—Frostfight?”

[finnflowers-blog1]

“----Bro, that’s perfect. Thanks, man. Woah. You’re kind of like my dad now, huh?”

[cain-rhodes-blog-blog]

“So this is how it goes, you’re just constantly cracking these hilarious jokes?”

[finnflowers-blog1]

“--Oh, that wasn’t a joke, man. Eagles are fucking horrifying. Maybe not to you, but I guess bravery comes with dick size, huh?”

[chloesparker-blog]

“What? That doesn’t even- what? What are you even trying to say?”

[finnflowers-blog1]

“--I don’t even know. Whoops.”

[cain-rhodes-blog-blog]

“Seeing as this is an automobile repair shop, and I work here, I would say it’s safe to assume that I repair automobiles. I’m guessing you weren’t exactly valedictorian, were you?

[finnflowers-blog1]

“--Nah, I don’t like eagles much. They’re scary.”

[pancakemavros-deactivated201506]

Pan glanced over, finger pads pressing against his tear ducts to remove any wetness. He sighed, back straightening with some attempt to regain some composure. 

“I’m not crying. Just mourning.” Hands collecting the fallen foliage, Pan tossed the remains into a nearby plastic bag full of petals and stems. 

Hand waving at the other plants that held onto life, Pan offered his assistance. “Were you interested in some flowers? We have daffodils, tulips, roses, marigolds, aloe vera, cacti, rainbow plants, and thirty others. Or perhaps some tea? It’s better than the coffee and hot chocolate everyone else is drinking.” 

[finnflowers-blog1]

Watching the boy move, Finn had to bite down on his lip not to laugh -- it wasn’t malicious, and he didn’t mean for it to be seen that way. But, like -- he’s crying over plants. He’d been decently upset over losing a few grams before, but this kid was actually crying over houseplants. Mourning or not, it was fucking hilarious.

“--Uh, I’m a bit pressed for money, actually. And, I have a history of killing plants. Like, murder. So, I’m probably going to get arrested, or something -- yeah. And, I’m a strictly soda type of guy. But, hey -- thanks, man.”

[cain-rhodes-blog-blog]

“Brilliant, really. If that’s all, I would really like to move on from your comedic genius and do my job, which, unfortunately, strays away from my dick size.”

[finnflowers-blog1]

“--Oh, dude. I didn’t mean to interrupt you. What do you do around here? Snow patrol. --Ha, that’d be really funny, actually. Since you’re all cool and shit, and then you’d be shoveling snow. That’s -- woah, man.”

[dawnkissed]

“Right. I’m clearly in the presence of a genius. I mean, I guess you can get some points for originality—maybe. And I am still talking to you, so it’s not a complete loss.”

[finnflowers-blog1]

“--Right? And, like -- you’re really hot. Like, super hot. Not to be weird, or anything -- I’m not creepy, it’s just really impressive. Not your hotness, me talking to someone of your level of -- hotness? I’m rambling. Don’t knee me in the balls, please.”

[cain-rhodes-blog-blog]

“Were you planning on standing there all day, or can I help you with something?”

[finnflowers-blog1]

“Just wondering where you got those pants. Bro, you look badass as fuck. And, like, I can practically see your dick. Which is totally a good thing -- your dick is fucking huge, bro. Mine has to be like -- half of that.”