Naturally his sense of whimsy and infatuation would latch onto the
idea that the vice president found least appealing. He ought to have employed
a little more psychology on that matter; but of course advising him against a
certain notion would provide it to be the only thing he desired to do. He certainly
was a typical man beneath all his flowering flattery and ostentatious embellishment.
❝…You flatter me, Tamaki; your perception
is as deft as usual. –that’s funny. You
remind me more of a Narcissus flower…❞
Though there were a slurry of flora that suited description of the flamboyant
President; Bird of Paradise for exotic flights of fancy, or the Passion flower for
obvious reasons. But, sarcasm aside… a symbol of bigheartedness, fun, lightness
and levity… a symbol of ardent attachment–
❝…I believe that Larkspur would better
convey your traits. But that’s simply my
opinion.❞
❝Oh i’m sure there’s a slew of flowers that could
be used to describe me! I’m quite versatile as you know.
Larkspur huh?❞
With a finger rubbing along the underside of his chin
thoughtfully he laughed.
❝Sounds about right, you do know me, don’t you?❞
It was a rhetorical question; amused. Affectionate almost.
❝Ah! But now we must prepare the others!
Of course I don’t see us dressed exactly as flowers per
say but the same colors as our respective flower personality perhaps?❞
With a faint shake of his head, hands on his hips he smiled.
❝I’ll have to put more thought into it at any rate but it’s a great start!
And why wouldn’t it be? I thought of it.❞
He hummed absently, distracted for only a brief moment.
❝..what were we talking about again?❞
Certain it was about Haruhi but he couldn’t remember
exactly what the conversation was.