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stefan raised a brow at the man in front of him and then to the flower in his hand. “do i look like the kind of person that wants a flower?” or better yet knows how to keep one alive. the man sighed as he took the blossomed flower from the other. “what am i supposed to do with this?”
brows knit into a furrow at the question, giving a shrug of his shoulders, “i don’t think there’s a specific look to someone who might enjoy a flower.” cheeks were tinted pink, “oh! i mean nothing. i mean you don’t need to take care of it...it’s a self sufficient flower. just...put it by a window or somewhere in your room that could use a little brightening. but i mean...if you don’t want it...seriously just um...let me know.”














