[He's 3/4ths of his way to grabbing his wallet, and then Gepard freezes like a deer in headlights, and he stares, and his mouth slightly opens, and he thinks he's blushing again- why is he blushing again, why does it feel like every single time he knows what he's doing Sampo just knocks him back on his ass and he's left floundering. Sampo's a florist, for goodness sake.]
I-
[The flowers? Beautiful. The rose, also beautiful - one's destined for his shop, the other for his bedroom.]
That's very kind, thank you. [What the heck.]
I'll be sure to come back again.
[A sheepish smile, a wave, a glance at his phone - it's that time, he's late, probably - and Gepard pleasantly smells the flowers because it's either that or screaming a little scream (both at whatever's happening here as well as the time), and he leaves just walk, walk, walking out the door, heading towards his shop, fuck fuck fuck.
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I-
[The flowers? Beautiful. The rose, also beautiful - one's destined for his shop, the other for his bedroom.]
That's very kind, thank you. [What the heck.]
I'll be sure to come back again.
[A sheepish smile, a wave, a glance at his phone - it's that time, he's late, probably - and Gepard pleasantly smells the flowers because it's either that or screaming a little scream (both at whatever's happening here as well as the time), and he leaves just walk, walk, walking out the door, heading towards his shop, fuck fuck fuck.
What just happened, just-
What just happened. Much to process.]