Jul 20, 2015
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❊ – My muse gives yours some flowers.
The biker’s face burned as he held out the almost pathetic bundle of ‘flowers’. It was pretty obvious he hadn’t bought them, he probably picked them up on his way or something. Most of them even looked like weeds. The gesture was akin to something a child might do for their mother, but the hue of his face said something a bit different. “These… These are for you! Ain’t like I can afford anythin’ fancier, so…” He shuffled his feet a bit, rubbing his neck awkwardly.
