Roses are... all kinds of colours, actually... (Open)

[skintoskin]

[Neil is lounging on the sofa in the living room of his apartment, lazily smoking a cigarette. He has a number of plastic containers on the floor around him with... things sticking out of them. Green things. With colours on the end of them.


Oh. Flowers. Right.]




So, someone has sent me primrose. Anyone gonna to confess?

I'm not gonna quote Shakespeare or anything, but if anyone would like a message from me, I have a new way to tell you stuff. I'm ready.


[ooc: If anyone wants to have sent Neil primrose - which is 'young love' - go for it. Several could 'confess' or no one could confess. I just threw it in there on an impulse. :)]

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scream taking all the tags backwards sorreh ffff.

[whitetwoguns]

Oh yeah?

[He sort of knows. Not enough to know. Uh. Ahem.]

No.

[And now that he's in this circumstance he'll venture as far as to ask...]

What's it mean?

ahhh, sorry, my life, so busy and crazy and exhausting...

[skintoskin]

It means... 'I'll never forget you'...

don't even worry about it bb <3

[whitetwoguns]

Oh.

[He clears his throat.]

Look, I'm sorry.

[...and he should keep going.]

I didn't mean to hurt you.

<3 <3 <3

[skintoskin]

You don't have to keep apologizing. It's not your fault that I think you're hot shit... and that I enjoyed what we did...