call me flower

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bookwormiisms:

Isabelle would probably live at the library if she had the chance to but she had an apartment and another job keeping her occupied in the hours that she was not there. The only small down side was the large amount of books she carried back and forth constantly. After all Isabelle wasn’t too toll and she truthfully could not see past the pile in her arms, causing her to walk into a few things and drop some books. Holding the wobbling pile Isabelle peered over at Finnick almost too relieved that he took a few books from the pile. “Oh no, I’m trying to organize things and I couldn’t find Adam or Curtis or Lucien actually. There’s lots of floors I didn’t have the time So far I’m just saying I didn’t do so bad.”

“You’re doing all that by yourself?” Finnick asked. “How much are they paying you? Or is this what you do when you’re bored.” Finnick walked with her, carrying the extra books. “I can help a little if you want. Incognito. I don’t want to get you in trouble with your co-workers. I don’t think Curtis likes me very much. He scares me.”

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Gigi: already passed, it was last month

Gigi: i can buy my own headphones, but i might have to take you with me for your headphone fashion advice

Gigi: WHY were they in the freezer?? how does that happen????

Fin: I missed it? That's it. You're getting a belated birthday present from me.

Fin: I don't have fashion sense. I just thought they were cute. But they don't match anything I own.

Fin: I don't know! Sometimes you just have something in your hand and you set it down to get something else and it just... happens...

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babybeaux:

Beau followed Finnick’s initiative, trying to move back from the flower. A pinch in his side made him cry out softly despite the broken laughs falling from him. He was able to catch a few breaths, face red.

Finnick forced himself to breathe, looking over at Beau, his face darkening as well. “I’m not sure...” he started, trying to keep the giggles down. “If that was a good flower or a bad flower... but I’m going to go with bad...”

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skelebeau:

Naturally, Beau was not really alone, he had his siblings, and somewhat of a relatively sober mom, depending on the time of the day it was, but he liked being dramatic. “I mean..” he exclaimed, shrugging. The IKEA bed sure was way better than his home, and it smell better too, so should he agree to that? He thought not. “I do, but no thank you.” he shook his head, squinting at the question afterwards.

Finnick leaned forward, his voice lowering some more. “Is your home scary? You don’t have to tell me. I can leave you alone if you want. But you can’t stay here forever because you will get sick of Swedish meatballs.”

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Lorelai: The flat spider!

Lorelai: It's a thing you have to do, like a rite of passage.

Lorelai: I'm learning that and the ... i think it's called mermaid tail?

Fin: There's one called the fish tail. idk if its the same thing

Fin: my new dream is to be part of a biiig braiding circle. that sounds like the best rite of passage

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Lorelai: RIGHT?

Lorelai: and the muffled laugh!

Lorelai: You're welcome to practice on my hair.

Lorelai: Tatum loves their hair braided, so... I'm sure they'll enjoy to be your practice person.

Fin: I can't see you. You can't see me. I am hidden.

Fin: I can't believe in all my years of friendship with Tatum, I've never braided their hair.

Fin: can you do fancy stuff? like french braids?

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Lorelai: Yes, you'll love spiders after that.

Lorelai: I've learnt a thing or two from Tatum's sisters. I can teach you.

Fin: omgggggg

Fin: That video was so cute!

Fin: scratchscratchscratch

Fin: Oooooh can you? I can practice on your hair too. And Tatums!

Fin: their sisters probably braid their hair all the time though

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Lorelai: No, but that sounds so cute.

Lorelai: Some of them are nice, there's a video of one trying to bury itself and it has a voice over, it's hilarious.

Lorelai: Noted, ouchless hair ties it is.

Lorelai: What about braids?'

Fin: I haven't seen that one! I'm gonna go look it up!

Fin: ...actually, I don't know how to braid. 😱

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Lorelai: But the loose change actually helps you when you want to buy a pizza.

Lorelai: I'll buy you hair ties, Finnick.

Lorelai: It's hair, it grows...

Fin: Did you see that little funny image about loose change being spiders trying to pay rent?

Fin: It's cute but I prefer spiders in my garden and not in my couch

Fin: I only like the ouchless hair ties. not the ones with the little metal clasp. idk who decided THOSE were a good idea

Fin: I don't wear ponytails that often though.

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Izzy: I don't believe so

Izzy: but if you did my dogs have probably already gotten to them

Fin: RIP headphones. i hope they tasted like pink spaghetti

Fin: actually i hope your dogs didnt get to them. i dont want them to be hurt. poor puppers.

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Lorelai: Oh god, poor couch!

Lorelai: I think it's sort of a back hole kind of thing?

Lorelai: Or a magical portal to ... lost objects land.

Fin: That's what I think too!

Fin: Must be full of loose change, pen caps, and hair ties. I've lost soooo many hairties

Fin: but I think I'd look weird with short hair. so i'll continue to feed the couch

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charminqchip:

Cameron didn’t know much about flowers himself outside of the fact they often looked pretty, smelled prettier and made his mom smile at the gift of them but Finnick seemed to definitely know their stuff so Cam find himself listening intently as the flowers were each explained. “Wow, that’s..that’s something else.” Cam laughed lightly with a shake of his head as he watched everyone’s favorite flower vendor whip up a batch of flowers that wasn’t just pretty in sight but beautiful in meaning as well. “I think she would demote me - the only child - to least favorite child in favor of you.” He chuckled before nodding. “I think she’ll love how it looks for sure and that’s enough for me to be happy with it. Because, as I’m sure you know from your seat in the Mama’s Boy corner as well - if mom’s happy, everyone is happy….if not, yikes.” Laughing, it was good to know that being as big a mama’s boy as Cameron was wasn’t such a bad thing at least in conversation with Finnick.

“Just don’t tell her its from me and you’re safe,” Finnick giggled, handing over the bouquet and naming the price. “But I hope she likes it. You’ll have to come back and tell me... but mostly because I don’t have a yelp or anything yet. I can only assume people like my bouquets.” He shrugged a little, fiddling with a bit of twine he used to string together flowers.

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Garrett: you leave them in my workplace, they're mine. they match my new earrings i'm sorry

Fin: well... well...

Fin: are you really keeping them?

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flynnaganrider:

     ❝ Thought those were bees, ❞ Flynn mused, eyes bright with mischief at the suspicion creeping onto the other’s face. He’d wondered when that would make an appearance — in fact, he was surprised it’d taken this long for it to manifest. ❝ Hey, I can suspend my disbelief. Besides, I’ve seen and heard weirder. Tiny fairies? Doesn’t even really make the cut for top ten. What else you got, huh? ❞

“Fairies don’t have stingers on their butts,” Finnick pouted. Although, he probably loved bees a bit more than fairies, but only because he’d actually seen a bee. “I don’t... have anything else,” Finnick said uncertainly. He wasn’t sure what the man meant by that. He truly believed in fairies, big and small and all sizes in between. Wings or not. “If you just want to make fun of me, I have other things I can do. I hope you don’t get in trouble for... whatever it was you didn’t do.”

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skelebeau:

As he rolled on the soft bed, making himself lay on every side and bit of it at least for a while, Beau spoke up once more. “I’ve never been good at geography, unless we talk about latitudes and longitudes. That’s somehow easier to remember.” the raven haired boy admitted, chuckling to then coughing up with his recent need to straighten up so abruptly. “I’m okay.” he nodded. “There’s nobody to call. I’m all alone.” Well, not true, there was Sadie, but he wouldn’t have her leave work just to pick him up, and Landon would probably end up going there two hours later, and Beau’s mom was simply a no go since she was likely just as drunk as he was if not more. “Nope, all alone.”

Finnick’s eyes grew as wide as saucers. “You’re alone?”  He whimpered. Finnick’s heart was a bit too big for his body. He sat on a bed adjacent, his concern for the boy overtaking his concern for the employees. “I can take you home if you want. Do... do you have a home?” Finnick wondered if this was a homeless kid, seeking shelter in IKEA. It wasn’t an impossible scenario, but his mind often blew things out of proportion.

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skelebeau:

“Is Swedish the same as Norwegian?” Beau stuttered out, although his mind made it seem like he was completely fluent with every word that crazy brain of his could come up with. “No, no, wait, no.” Beau tried to stand up almost right after he heard the word heavenly being mentioned, shaking his head so furiously that he made himself ditzy almost right away. “No I don’t want to go to heaven..!” Oh but he was not making any sense anymore. “I was having a great dream. It was like traveling back in time.”

"Not... not exactly,” Finnick giggled. He figured the two languages were close, but that was the extent of his knowledge. He preferred Holland/The Netherlands because of all the tulips. His giggles stopped abruptly when he watched the other stand up and wobble. Finnick’s instincts kicked in and he rushed to his aid, trying to get him to lie back down. It was only then that he smelled the alcohol. He thought at first he might have been sick. “You okay?” Finnick was a bad judge of age, but this guy looked like a teenager. And he’d been drinking. And passed out in an IKEA. “Can I call someone to come and get you before you really do travel back in time?”

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skelebeau:

“That sounds foreign.” Beau spoke loudly, ignoring entirely the fact that he was in somewhere public and quite awkward in fact. “It’s like a giant cloud coffin. I’ve never been comfier.”

“It’s Swedish, I think,” Finnick said helpfully. He picked up the tag to try and let the boy know what kind of bed he was sleeping in, but he couldn’t pronounce the name, so he just set it right back down. “That sounds heavenly. I always thought display beds would be uncomfortable.” He wanted to sit on the bed, too, and see if it really was that comfortable, but Finnick had an extreme aversion to alerting authorities and he was afraid an attendant would yell at him even though the IKEA brochure told him it was okay to specifically do... exactly what this kid was doing. “Were you having a nightmare? I think you were talking in your sleep.”