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8. My muse will go skinny dipping with your muse

“Um…” It wouldn’t be so much of a problem since they were both men, but still. It was a bit too distasteful for the chef to strip himself naked in front of a complete stranger.

“… No thanks..?”

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Stolen || Dirk & Hiro

Dirk stared confused. Uh… what happened? That wasn’t really the nicest kiss he ever had, but did Hiro seriously?—at least some girl from before had kissed him first, but that was only because she was dared to. Dirk sort of dared Hiro so… Oh, oh my. HE shook his head, biting his lower lip where he felt the brisk touch of the other. He needed to apologize. “H-Hiro!” he called after. “W-Wait!”

[a-real-hiro]

Hiro couldn’t bear looking back, oh, no no no. He was much, much too flustered for that. But the thoughts that bombarded his head, the frantic adrenaline mixed with the slowness of reluctant moving—Harvest Goddess above, he hadn’t been this embarrassed since Ayame had... No, he didn’t like thinking about that. 

Of course, however, Hiro stopped, panting and plopping down onto a bench with his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands. Games seemed to get him in a lot of...conflicts, these days. 

[mary-at-the-library]

"Kiss me, quick!" ((FOR RESEARCH))

» Send me “Kiss me, quick!” » 15. Any bruises

“You have a bruise? Let me kiss it and make it better,” Mary said with a motherly tone. It was something her mother had said to her plenty of times. Granted she was a small child back then and this was a grown man, but Mary tried not to dwell on the fact. 

[fieldsofbriar]

"Chamomile, lookie!" He showed him a bouquet of flowers that had peonies, sycamores, orange roses and a single amaranth and an anemone. Dirk threw that type of flower because he was definitely certain the florist would know their meanings. He watched closely for the glorious reaction.

A look of sheer confusion and annoyance crossed Cam’s face the moment he hear the letter boy call out to him in a nickname he was the opposite of fond of. Before he had a chance to tell him off for it a bouquet of flowers was presented to him.

“Uh.” He could only stare in even more confusion. Most of them made enough sense… but the last two? Hear broken and not wanting to abandon? Cam only stared up silently at the other. Was he stupid? Did he even know what the flowers meant? The florist knew some people didn’t. There was also the possibility that he was being messed with.

“Thanks.” He wasn’t about to refuse flowers though, no matter how confusing or irritating the circumstances in which they were given. He reached into his bag for a moment and pulled out a bit of candytuft, holding it out for the letter carrier. “Here.”

[a-real-hiro]

For Me? || Dirk & Hiro

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Dirk blinked at the smile but nevertheless, grinned wider. He took the nicely bundled flowers and ultimately felt relief and warm. That was awesome. He could totally shove this under Ivan’s pesky nose in protest that he did have friends in Konohana. He glanced at them. He sort of forgot what they symbolize but that was fine. Dirk’s attention perked at the suggestion. He couldn’t fight the bounce in his feet, and he ruffled the shorter one’s hair. Dirk was taller by a few inches but he had tiptoed to seem like a giant petting a puppy. “Aw really, man?” Dirk nodded and fished something inside his satchel at the smaller pocket. “Lucky, I brought this!” Enthusiastically, he showed him the a thin rumpled pocketbook that was titled Good Jokes 101. “Laughter’s the best medicine, right doc, right?”

Hiro was caught off guard by the sudden messing of his hair, to which he closes his eyes shortly and opens them during the action. The gesture reminded him of Ayame, so he didn’t mind it too much at all.

Now, when Dirk took out the book he had, he raised his eyebrows, eyeing the object with curiosity. He then chuckled afterwards, unable to help himself. “Well, I cannot argue with that. It seems as though you have prepared for this quite efficiently. I am thoroughly impressed!”

[a-real-hiro]

"Ta-da!" Dirk clumsily brought out the flowers he picked up consisting of orange and pink fresh roses, and these larger than average sunflowers (it was fortunate he had found it in his trip to Konohana). With a smile he asked teasingly, "Does this mean I could help you with your patients?" He clearly forgotten the last incident in which his lack of knowledge in caring for a patient lead to some serious choking.

Hiro was genuinely surprised to have gotten a present from him—it showed in his expression. Nevertheless, his shocked expression turns into one with a shy smile and a flattered, light pink on his cheeks. 

“Thank you,” he said sincerely, thinking about the meaning of the flowers. Quite honestly, those had made him blush as well. “Oh, I believe I have some for you, too.”

The brunet gave the young man a neatly put-together bundle of daises, peonies, as well as roses of a pink and orange shade. 

“And, ahaha, well... If you like, then, you may. I would not be able to resist accepting help.”