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Roses.Truth be told, now that I have these things I don't really know what to do with them. So the first place I hit up is the Spire, because it seems to be where other people are congregating with their flowers so there must be something to it. I'm wearing simple clothes (fuck this cold), black pants and a black shirt and a fur coat I stole from Sunny's place, a choker on my neck to cover the scar, braces on my wrists for similar reasons. A bright green scarf finishes off the look, and a hat, and gloves, because I would like as little of my skin exposed as possible, please and thank you.
It's been through enough shit. Don't need to add frostbite.
I'm still freezing when I get to the Spire and spot two dudes digging in the dirt. They look approachable enough: attractive, smiling, like they know what they're doing, and very scantily dressed, which is more fascinating than anything else. Sliding up behind them, my feet crunching loudly in the stupid and incessant snow, I make no effort to conceal myself as I lean against a big hunk of stone a comfortable distance away just in case, the flower sitting in my gloved hands. "I must have missed my invite to the half naked rose planting party. Bummer."
Cross my heart, hope to die
to my lover i'd never lie
We got that love, the crazy kind
