He had twenty minutes before he had to leave, and twelve dozen bouquets to figure out what to do with.
~fin~
He had twenty minutes before he had to leave, and twelve dozen bouquets to figure out what to do with.
~fin~
Tobio hummed. “I love you,” he said after a yawn.
“Love you too.”
“Happy birthday, Kei.”
“Thank you, Tobio. I’ll talk to you later.”
Tobio hummed. “I love you,” he said after a yawn.
“Love you too.”
“Happy birthday, Kei.”
“Thank you, Tobio. I’ll talk to you later.”
“Wish I was there with you,” Tobio mumbled, settling back down in bed.
“Wish I was there with you,” Tobio mumbled, settling back down in bed.
“I’m sorry —” Tobio started, sounding dejected, and Kei couldn’t let that stand.
“I’m sorry —” Tobio started, sounding dejected, and Kei couldn’t let that stand.
“And the listings? They didn’t say “a dozen roses”?”
“They were all pictures of just one flower! I thought it was like a build-your-own dozen, with all the different colors!”
“And the listings? They didn’t say “a dozen roses”?”
“They were all pictures of just one flower! I thought it was like a build-your-own dozen, with all the different colors!”
“You didn’t think the order was a little expensive, King?”
“You didn’t think the order was a little expensive, King?”
“Bouquets. I have twelve dozen roses in my apartment right now.” Kei flipped the camera, showing the rainbow of flowers on the ground.
“Oh…”
“Bouquets. I have twelve dozen roses in my apartment right now.” Kei flipped the camera, showing the rainbow of flowers on the ground.
“Oh…”
“The flowers were delivered?”
“Yeah, all twelve dozen of them!”
“…I ordered a dozen roses.”
“You ordered a dozen bouquets of roses.”
“The flowers were delivered?”
“Yeah, all twelve dozen of them!”
“…I ordered a dozen roses.”
“You ordered a dozen bouquets of roses.”
Tobio blinked, a million miles away but amazingly right in the palm of Kei’s hand.
“What?”
Tobio blinked, a million miles away but amazingly right in the palm of Kei’s hand.
“What?”
“No, King, everything is not okay. What the hell are all these flowers?”
“…do you not like them?”
“No, King, everything is not okay. What the hell are all these flowers?”
“…do you not like them?”
“Kei?” Tobio asked, rubbing sleep from his eyes, video grainy in the low light of his bedroom. “Everything okay?”
“Kei?” Tobio asked, rubbing sleep from his eyes, video grainy in the low light of his bedroom. “Everything okay?”
The only times Tobio did not answer Kei’s calls were when he was in volleyball practice — Kei had caught Tobio in the middle of all manner of other activities: running, cooking, out with teammates-turned-friends.
The only times Tobio did not answer Kei’s calls were when he was in volleyball practice — Kei had caught Tobio in the middle of all manner of other activities: running, cooking, out with teammates-turned-friends.
He blinked as the delivery person held out the clipboard for his signature. He took the pen, scribbling his name as he tried to come up with places to even put all the damn flowers.
He blinked as the delivery person held out the clipboard for his signature. He took the pen, scribbling his name as he tried to come up with places to even put all the damn flowers.
When a knock came around breakfast time, what he opened his door to was not what he expected. It was not standard. It was borderline ridiculous, actually, to see a delivery person from a
When a knock came around breakfast time, what he opened his door to was not what he expected. It was not standard. It was borderline ridiculous, actually, to see a delivery person from a