Divide/Deconstruct Drabble
Because Jenna was feeling down
Sabo sighed, peeking in through the hallway at the droopy dragon seated on the bed, his wingtips resting amidst the sheets, ears turned downward as he stared absently at his hands. The blond rolled his eyes, having seen that posture one too many times in the past to not know what was going through his mate’s mind.
He had never been a very sentimental man, nor empathetic. He wasn’t good at bringing others comfort or lifting their moods--that was always Luffy’s specialty, and that little brat certainly did a good job of it. No, Sabo was a little more… awkward when it came to this.
Rubbing his forehead and frowning at the dragon’s back, he tightened his grip on the object in his hand, eyes scrolling down to the small, wrapped bouquet of tulips and lilies, lips pressed taut in a thin line.
With one last sigh he straightened his back, striding into the room and stopping in front of the wizard, frowning down at him. After a moment grey eyes lifted from his feet to his face, catching momentarily on the flowers, to stare quizzically up at him.
Sabo huffed, hands on his hips, brows furrowed, and shoved the bouquet in his face. “Stop moping, stupid gecko.”