{Sitting atop the daily delivery of fresh vegetables is a single yellow rose. A small card is tied to the stem with twine, and the card reads: "Thank you" with a simple, winking smiley face underneath it. If the card is flipped over, the back of it reads "Mask still up"}
Souper Noodle doesn't open until noon. Kaito's always the first to arrive and start setting up. Their first vegetable shipment usually drops a few minutes after his arrival.
A vaguely familiar aura dances at the edge of his perception, but he can't immediately tell whose it is. When he opens the door to pick up the first crate, the blush of saffron against leeks and spring onions immediately catches his eye. Gloved fingers gingerly lift the rose, studying each petal. The card is next. ]
"Thank you," huh?
[ He has half a mind to touch the bloom bare-handed and cheat a peek at its sender, but it would probably just lead him to a florist on the phone. Instead, he flips the card over...
Ah. Lips curl in a fond smile.
He's quite knowledgeable in the language of flowers, after all. And if this delivery is truly from them, then he's fairly confident that it was not sent with its hidden message in mind.
And even if it was, he can still appreciate the sincerity in sending a flower at all.
With a skip in his step, Kaito hauls the crate in. A tall glass is pulled from a nearby rack, filled with water, and reassigned as the rose's new home before being planted on the restaurant's bartop. ]
["Friendship" is the only intended message. The sender does not have many friends, and appreciates kindness. If there is some other meaning that could be read into a single yellow rose, they do not know it.]
(( The receiver's writer is a terrible proofreader! The receiver figured it was sent with the message of friendship in mind—rather than its less-common former meaning, jealousy and greed. ))
[ Ahem.
The sender has gained a new friend in their corner—and a loyal one at that. ]
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(Anonymous) 2022-09-10 01:39 am (UTC)(link)no subject
Souper Noodle doesn't open until noon. Kaito's always the first to arrive and start setting up. Their first vegetable shipment usually drops a few minutes after his arrival.
A vaguely familiar aura dances at the edge of his perception, but he can't immediately tell whose it is. When he opens the door to pick up the first crate, the blush of saffron against leeks and spring onions immediately catches his eye. Gloved fingers gingerly lift the rose, studying each petal. The card is next. ]
"Thank you," huh?
[ He has half a mind to touch the bloom bare-handed and cheat a peek at its sender, but it would probably just lead him to a florist on the phone. Instead, he flips the card over...
Ah. Lips curl in a fond smile.
He's quite knowledgeable in the language of flowers, after all. And if this delivery is truly from them, then he's fairly confident that it was not sent with its hidden message in mind.
And even if it was, he can still appreciate the sincerity in sending a flower at all.
With a skip in his step, Kaito hauls the crate in. A tall glass is pulled from a nearby rack, filled with water, and reassigned as the rose's new home before being planted on the restaurant's bartop. ]
You're welcome.
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(Anonymous) 2022-09-10 02:06 pm (UTC)(link)no subject
[ Ahem.
The sender has gained a new friend in their corner—and a loyal one at that. ]