[...the guy looks weirdly familiar but Gepard can't place it, but maybe this is a sign that he needs to get a life which isn't just work or taking care of his sisters. The guy looks...
Nice. Comfortable. Confident in a way Gepard never felt. He also probably shouldn't be focusing on how the guy looks, and, instead, focus on what he came in for which was-]
Uh.
[What was it...?]
Flowers. For my shop? I work... [He half-turns to point in the direction of his shop but also, why would the guy care about that, what is he doing...] Up the street. I thought flowers might be nice to have.
[There was some other reason- well, he's here for flowers now.]
I haven't gotten as far as what kind- all of this is kind of impulsive. [It's a sheepish admission. Ha ha...listen, sometimes you have to obey the exhortations of your heart, and those exhortations say to get some flowers. For some reason he can't remember.]
[You might not have been able to pick him out of a lineup, Gepard, but Sampo knows you. Or, anyway, he knows your face, because he thinks it's good-looking and he may have had a few sad nights laying in bed, wondering if Cute Blond is just as serious and focused in the bedroom as he is while he's tattooing. It's fine. This is fine!]
[Let's not dwell on Sampo's sad love life, let's get back to business.]
Some flowers would definitely brighten up the place! [Not that it's dreary or anything, it's a nice-looking parlor, but any place feels a little nicer with some flowers.] Why don't we start with what you like? Do have any favorites? Then we can go from there!
[Because he'll get this guy a bouquet if it kills him. He can't let Cute Blond walk out of his shop thinking that he doesn't know what he's doing, right? Plus, he'd have the added benefit of knowing what kind of flowers he likes best, and that's potentially valuable information to have. Is it too much to hope that Cute Blond also likes flowers? That he has a favorite that Sampo can use to weasel his way into his good graces, and maybe also his pants?]
This guy knows who he is? It's flattering, and honestly a little distressing, because Gepard is forced to really recognize that he probably spent too much time at work and not enough time getting to know his neighbors. It's embarrassing! But, no better time to start making up for that then now. He can turn things around, make a good impression, maybe make a new friend? That might be asking for too much, but...]
I like roses. Like the- [Gepard gestures; like the ones in Sampo's arms.] But that might be a bit much. I like anything that has color. Peonies, lilies, one time I inked wisteria onto a client's leg. [He mimes a cascade of wisteria - imagine it, florist.] I liked that- oh. But I suppose I should start with introducing myself, given that we're neighbors. [This guy is so nice and so patient, he deserves better than just being smacked in the face by rambling, for shame.] My name is Gepard Landau.
[He can certainly imagine the pretty linework and soft, pastel colors of the wisteria that Gepard inked on some lucky bastard. He'd do a good job with it-- Sampo had seen the flash examples that were hung in the tattoo parlor's window, and Gepard's pretty good at what he does. It would've been a nice tattoo.]
[But it's more important that Sampo has a name to attach to Cute Blond: Gepard Landau. The last name rings a faint bell, but Sampo can't remember from where.]
Sampo Koski, at your service! [He plucks one of the roses out from the bunch in his arms and presents it to Gepard with a flourish.] Here, first one's on the house.
[That's smooth, right? He's totally smooth.] Now, I don't have any wisteria around, but I do have some purple hydrangeas that just came in that might give you a similar vibe. Maybe some lilac?
[He steps out from behind the counter to lead Gepard over to the flower displays. Come on, hot stuff, take a look at Sampo's flowers, see what you like.]
[Oh. Oh wow. He takes the rose. Takes a moment to smell it. (It smells perfect. He savors the smell. He has to.) Logically, he knows this is probably some kind of...platonic friendship moment from a skilled salesman who really wants to make a sale. If it means anything, it just means that Sampo Koski is friendly.
Logically, Gepard knows he should smile and move on, but emotionally, he knows that he's going to put the rose in a vase, stare at it a lot, dry it when the time comes, maybe preserve a petal in a bookmark, and some rose-based tattoo flash is going to pop up later.]
I'd like that. [Understatement. He's following Sampo like they're old friends and there's nowhere else he'd rather be, which, well. There isn't.] Honestly, as much as I like flowers, I'm not good at keeping them alive - the closest I can usually get is either a bouquet or drawing them. I think that's one of the reasons why I include them every chance I get.
[Sampo peruses his own stock for a moment, determined to make a really nice bouquet for his latest and cutest customer. If you can't date a guy because your first impression makes you seem like a dweeb, the next best thing is to give him a reason to keep coming back to your store so that you can look at his handsome face. It'll kind of be a little bit of torture, having Gepard stop in and knowing that he's out of Sampo's league, but hey. What's life without a little pain?]
[He really did get a nice shipment of hydrangeas in this morning. He drops the roses off in their display, then gets a few bunches of purple hydrangea to start off. Maybe he's onto something with the lilac, he's got some white lilac in stock to go with the purple. It'll be a dramatic bouquet, but that's not always a bad thing.]
I'm lucky, really, that I just have to sell the flowers and I don't have to grow them! [Sampo laughs and considers the rest of his options-- a little feverfew? Some myrtle for greenery?] And, hey, when you tattoo them, that means you've made flowers that last forever, right?
[He's following like a child on a field trip, making appreciative noises as they pass by various flowers and various displays, and Gepard's having the sinking suspicion that Sampo might've been here for quite some time and he's actually a terrible person for not noticing who his neighbors are. He needs to pay more attention to people and less attention to work. Probably. Maybe. There's still a lot of work. (He can practically hear Serval's exasperation in his head.)
Sampo starts assembling the bouquet and he watches, rapt, like Sampo's some kind of magician, working magic. And Sampo calls his tattoos flowers that last forever, and Gepard startles, because-]
That's a really nice way of thinking about it. [...he's not blushing. He's not blushing. (He is blushing. A slight startled flush.)] Thank you.
[And then, impulsively, Gepard reaches for his phone.] Do you mind if I take some pictures? You've given me a few ideas- oh, if it's alright with you, we could trade numbers? So I can show you what I do with the ideas. Assuming I do anything interesting with the ideas, but it seems like a shame to have ideas and not show the man who inspired me.
[If that's not weird? It's probably weird. It's definitely weird. He probably shouldn't have said it, fuck fuck fuck.]
[Cute guy blushes pretty cute, too. He'll be a good boyfriend for a lucky someone someday, and Sampo will just have to lament that it's not him. But hey, you win some, you lose some, you sometimes die alone with only your crypto scams to keep you company--]
[Or, cute guy asks for your number. Either Sampo is just that good at making bouquets, or he's underestimated the power of his ass even in old, worn out jeans, but he's not going to look this gift horse in the mouth. He's not even really sure if Gepard is asking for his number like this because he's trying to be less obvious about it (and kind of failing) or if he really actually does just want to send him sketches of flowers because he's also a nerd.]
Sure! Give me your phone, I'll add my number in. [Swap him your phone for the bouquet, Gepard.] Maybe one day you'll convince me to get one!
[Is Sampo thirsty enough to get over his needle thing so that the cute guy can tattoo him? Who knows, maybe. He's done stupider shit for a hot piece of ass before.]
[He hesitates, momentarily, because it's one thing to act on some strange impulse Gepard can't quantify or name (and doesn't, in fact, want to give voice to it) and it's another for it to basically work pretty fucking easily.
But it's only a moment. The fear of Sampo saying, actually, lol, nvm, sorry was greater than any worries that he's doing the wrong thing. He hands his phone to Sampo; he takes the flowers from the florist, and, while Sampo does whatever he's doing, Gepard closes his eyes, buries his nose in the bouquet, and takes a deep breath.
It smells...
Relaxing. His eyes open again.]
A tattoo? Not everyone wants one. Or, if they want one, can decide on what it should be. Or set aside the time to get one. But if you want me to talk you into it? [And why would he, really, Gepard knows that he's not the sort of artist to move mountains - he's good, sure, his teacher's better, there's world renowned artists and he's not one of them.]
I'll keep drawing until you find something you like. [...heck with it.] And I'll set aside time for you. You won't have to wait a year before I can book you.
[Even if he's not serious, though, it would be fun to pester Sampo with a drawing, day after day, like some 30 day art challenge except the challenge is to, uh. Make a friend.]
[Sampo puts his number into Gepard's phone with an absolutely obnoxious amount of emojis with it-- 💐🌹❤️❤️🔥❤️Sampo Koski❤️❤️🔥❤️🌹💐-- and sends himself a text message so that he has Gepard's number in return. He feels his phone vibrate in his pocket, confirming that he got it. So there's no escape, Cute Blond, he's got your information and there's no escaping his incomprehensible gif memes.]
[He looks up from the screen and hands the phone back.]
Wow, that's a lot of preferential treatment! I feel special. [He puts a hand over his heart, like he might swoon.]
I guess you'll have to try your best, so you can come up with something that'll impress me! Otherwise you'll never get the chance to put some of your flowers on me.
[Isn't that something, Gepard? The idea of putting an eternal mark, flowers that never wither. Something that Sampo will look at and always remember you.]
[...was that a lot of preferential treatment? Was he giving too much preferential treatment? He doesn't know. He thought he'd been giving Sampo a friendly amount of treatment. Gepard just takes the phone and, without looking at it, puts it in his pocket - he's sure that the florist had put in a normal amount of emoji and didn't do anything too excessive with his name. Besides.]
Well, first things first - as much as it's been nice talking to you, I should be getting back to my shop. [It feels like things are slipping and he got more than he ever intended on having, and it's a good way to reestablish control...and also, work. He's got a client coming soonish. Probably. Maybe.] How much do I owe you?
Ah, of course. Business is business! I can't keep you from your clients forever.
[Gepard has to get back to his clients and make that bread, as the kids say. Can't keep somebody waiting for their appointment, that's just bad customer service. And speaking of customer service...]
Let's just say the first one is on the house. But I expect you to come back another time and get something else!
[Let him just tie that bouquet up with a ribbon to keep it all together-- a pretty emerald green color, because he likes it-- and slip one of his business cards in there. Rosemary for Remembrance, like that line from Hamlet.]
[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.
[Sampo sticks one hand in his pocket and waves Gepard out the door with the other. He's, like... seventy percent sure that he'll come back again. Maybe seventy-five. It just depends on whether he's the kind of guy who keeps his promises, or if he'll be too weirded out by Sampo being overly friendly.]
[Well. If all else fails, Sampo still has his number.]
[After he's gone, Sampo's tempted to start texting him, maybe send him a gif or a meme or something, but he should probably let the guy process everything for a minute. Texting him now would totally be coming on too strong, and you can't overplay your hand, right?]
[Play it cool, Koski. Go sort some flowers or something.]
[He waits two days before he sends a text. It should be considered a truly remarkable example of self-restraint on his part. What he sends is this--]
[He's tempted to text the florist back almost immediately, and then Gepard decides no, that would be weird and needy, and then all thoughts of texting are obliterated from his mind when his client shows up and Gepard realizes he forgot about references.
...but he's got a lovely bouquet and it's fine.
...the rose ends up in his apartment, in a vase, right on his dresser.
...this means nothing.
And time goes on and he forgets about the passage of time, and then he gets a gif which startles a noise out of him, and someone asks, "Gep, are you okay over there?
I'm fine. My apologies.
[And then he starts furiously typing and stops typing and then starts typing again, and stops typing, and then backspaces a bunch, and then there's silence for a moment.]
WAS that what I looked like?
[Also, that's a lot of emotes around Sampo's name, when did that happen...he'll keep them. For now.]
[Oh! Look at that, a text in return. Sampo hadn't expected to get one so quickly, if he even got one at all. It's a nice surprise, though.]
A little bit! Don't people give you gifts very often?
[Honestly, with a face like that? Gepard should be getting gifts left, right, and center. He's the kind of good-looking who should never have to pay for his own drinks because someone else will buy them for him. Should never have to buy his own dinners because he's too pretty to pay.]
[Sampo has enough cash to pay for dinners, for drinks, but he's also too old for sugar babies. Though Gepard is gainfully employed, so he wouldn't quite be a sugar baby, right? Even if Sampo did decide to buy him things just because he's pretty?]
[He could definitely get him a lot of flowers. Maybe he should get him more flowers? Drop them off at his parlor as a surprise? No, no, that's getting way ahead of himself, he can't just start dropping presents off at Gepard's doorstep before they've even gone on the first date. That's definitely a second date kind of thing.]
[...he knows he should be getting ready for his next client, but Gepard settles in a couch. He can allow himself a few minutes of whatever-this-is. (He knows what this is, but denial makes things easier.)
So, there he is, snuggling on his couch, acting like he's a boy who has nothing better to do than to text a florist he only met once. (Had it been only once?)]
Food, if anything. Sometimes my clients like to bring me snacks?
Ah, so I have competition! How do my bouquets stack up to snacks? You can't eat them, but they're pretty, and that has to count for something.
[It's only been a few days, so Gepard probably doesn't need any more bouquets, but that doesn't mean that Sampo couldn't give him one... a tattoo parlor could have more than one bouquet in it. Or Gepard could take it home and liven up his apartment with it.]
I got some gladiolus in. They're pretty spectacular!
[There's maybe a minute or so of a break while Sampo goes and gathers up some of the new gladiolus flowers, gathering up a bunch of them in his arms of various colors. Then he takes a selfie with them and sends that over, because if he's going to send a picture to Cute Blond, he might as well include his face in it. The flowers and leaves frame his face out pretty nice, too.]
[His response is to send a screenshot of Sampo's contact info, now with that selfie for a photo, still with the ridiculous number of emotes attached to it.]
Excuse you I used just the right amount of emotes!! It's not my fault that you aren't hip with current trends.
[That was probably the least cool thing that he's ever typed, but he did it ironically so it comes back around to being cool again. That's how things work, trust him.]
You know, you need to send me a picture now, so I can have one for your contact info. It's not fair otherwise.
[After an appropriate amount of time, Gepard sends two things.
First, a Gepard da Vinci, a work of art done in a few minutes. And the second is a selfie.
The selfie is of him looking faintly embarrassed, unconsciously so, because- well. He's not good at taking selfies of himself. But it's fine. He can send a selfie of himself to his...
Buddy. His eager buddy.]
If the drawing isn't enough, here's a selfie.
My client is here so I won't be responding for a while. Sorry.
[He doesn't have a client (yet) this is a lie, but it's a white lie so it's okay.]
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Date: 2024-08-28 02:40 am (UTC)Nice. Comfortable. Confident in a way Gepard never felt. He also probably shouldn't be focusing on how the guy looks, and, instead, focus on what he came in for which was-]
Uh.
[What was it...?]
Flowers. For my shop? I work... [He half-turns to point in the direction of his shop but also, why would the guy care about that, what is he doing...] Up the street. I thought flowers might be nice to have.
[There was some other reason- well, he's here for flowers now.]
I haven't gotten as far as what kind- all of this is kind of impulsive. [It's a sheepish admission. Ha ha...listen, sometimes you have to obey the exhortations of your heart, and those exhortations say to get some flowers. For some reason he can't remember.]
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Date: 2024-08-28 03:18 am (UTC)[You might not have been able to pick him out of a lineup, Gepard, but Sampo knows you. Or, anyway, he knows your face, because he thinks it's good-looking and he may have had a few sad nights laying in bed, wondering if Cute Blond is just as serious and focused in the bedroom as he is while he's tattooing. It's fine. This is fine!]
[Let's not dwell on Sampo's sad love life, let's get back to business.]
Some flowers would definitely brighten up the place! [Not that it's dreary or anything, it's a nice-looking parlor, but any place feels a little nicer with some flowers.] Why don't we start with what you like? Do have any favorites? Then we can go from there!
[Because he'll get this guy a bouquet if it kills him. He can't let Cute Blond walk out of his shop thinking that he doesn't know what he's doing, right? Plus, he'd have the added benefit of knowing what kind of flowers he likes best, and that's potentially valuable information to have. Is it too much to hope that Cute Blond also likes flowers? That he has a favorite that Sampo can use to weasel his way into his good graces, and maybe also his pants?]
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Date: 2024-08-28 04:07 am (UTC)This guy knows who he is? It's flattering, and honestly a little distressing, because Gepard is forced to really recognize that he probably spent too much time at work and not enough time getting to know his neighbors. It's embarrassing! But, no better time to start making up for that then now. He can turn things around, make a good impression, maybe make a new friend? That might be asking for too much, but...]
I like roses. Like the- [Gepard gestures; like the ones in Sampo's arms.] But that might be a bit much. I like anything that has color. Peonies, lilies, one time I inked wisteria onto a client's leg. [He mimes a cascade of wisteria - imagine it, florist.] I liked that- oh. But I suppose I should start with introducing myself, given that we're neighbors. [This guy is so nice and so patient, he deserves better than just being smacked in the face by rambling, for shame.] My name is Gepard Landau.
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Date: 2024-08-28 04:38 pm (UTC)[But it's more important that Sampo has a name to attach to Cute Blond: Gepard Landau. The last name rings a faint bell, but Sampo can't remember from where.]
Sampo Koski, at your service! [He plucks one of the roses out from the bunch in his arms and presents it to Gepard with a flourish.] Here, first one's on the house.
[That's smooth, right? He's totally smooth.] Now, I don't have any wisteria around, but I do have some purple hydrangeas that just came in that might give you a similar vibe. Maybe some lilac?
[He steps out from behind the counter to lead Gepard over to the flower displays. Come on, hot stuff, take a look at Sampo's flowers, see what you like.]
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Date: 2024-08-29 02:53 am (UTC)Logically, Gepard knows he should smile and move on, but emotionally, he knows that he's going to put the rose in a vase, stare at it a lot, dry it when the time comes, maybe preserve a petal in a bookmark, and some rose-based tattoo flash is going to pop up later.]
I'd like that. [Understatement. He's following Sampo like they're old friends and there's nowhere else he'd rather be, which, well. There isn't.] Honestly, as much as I like flowers, I'm not good at keeping them alive - the closest I can usually get is either a bouquet or drawing them. I think that's one of the reasons why I include them every chance I get.
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Date: 2024-08-29 03:31 am (UTC)[He really did get a nice shipment of hydrangeas in this morning. He drops the roses off in their display, then gets a few bunches of purple hydrangea to start off. Maybe he's onto something with the lilac, he's got some white lilac in stock to go with the purple. It'll be a dramatic bouquet, but that's not always a bad thing.]
I'm lucky, really, that I just have to sell the flowers and I don't have to grow them! [Sampo laughs and considers the rest of his options-- a little feverfew? Some myrtle for greenery?] And, hey, when you tattoo them, that means you've made flowers that last forever, right?
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Date: 2024-08-30 02:43 am (UTC)Sampo starts assembling the bouquet and he watches, rapt, like Sampo's some kind of magician, working magic. And Sampo calls his tattoos flowers that last forever, and Gepard startles, because-]
That's a really nice way of thinking about it. [...he's not blushing. He's not blushing. (He is blushing. A slight startled flush.)] Thank you.
[And then, impulsively, Gepard reaches for his phone.] Do you mind if I take some pictures? You've given me a few ideas- oh, if it's alright with you, we could trade numbers? So I can show you what I do with the ideas. Assuming I do anything interesting with the ideas, but it seems like a shame to have ideas and not show the man who inspired me.
[If that's not weird? It's probably weird. It's definitely weird. He probably shouldn't have said it, fuck fuck fuck.]
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Date: 2024-09-03 04:47 pm (UTC)[Or, cute guy asks for your number. Either Sampo is just that good at making bouquets, or he's underestimated the power of his ass even in old, worn out jeans, but he's not going to look this gift horse in the mouth. He's not even really sure if Gepard is asking for his number like this because he's trying to be less obvious about it (and kind of failing) or if he really actually does just want to send him sketches of flowers because he's also a nerd.]
Sure! Give me your phone, I'll add my number in. [Swap him your phone for the bouquet, Gepard.] Maybe one day you'll convince me to get one!
[Is Sampo thirsty enough to get over his needle thing so that the cute guy can tattoo him? Who knows, maybe. He's done stupider shit for a hot piece of ass before.]
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Date: 2024-09-04 02:04 am (UTC)But it's only a moment. The fear of Sampo saying, actually, lol, nvm, sorry was greater than any worries that he's doing the wrong thing. He hands his phone to Sampo; he takes the flowers from the florist, and, while Sampo does whatever he's doing, Gepard closes his eyes, buries his nose in the bouquet, and takes a deep breath.
It smells...
Relaxing. His eyes open again.]
A tattoo? Not everyone wants one. Or, if they want one, can decide on what it should be. Or set aside the time to get one. But if you want me to talk you into it? [And why would he, really, Gepard knows that he's not the sort of artist to move mountains - he's good, sure, his teacher's better, there's world renowned artists and he's not one of them.]
I'll keep drawing until you find something you like. [...heck with it.] And I'll set aside time for you. You won't have to wait a year before I can book you.
[Even if he's not serious, though, it would be fun to pester Sampo with a drawing, day after day, like some 30 day art challenge except the challenge is to, uh. Make a friend.]
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Date: 2024-09-07 05:39 pm (UTC)[He looks up from the screen and hands the phone back.]
Wow, that's a lot of preferential treatment! I feel special. [He puts a hand over his heart, like he might swoon.]
I guess you'll have to try your best, so you can come up with something that'll impress me! Otherwise you'll never get the chance to put some of your flowers on me.
[Isn't that something, Gepard? The idea of putting an eternal mark, flowers that never wither. Something that Sampo will look at and always remember you.]
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Date: 2024-09-08 09:33 pm (UTC)Well, first things first - as much as it's been nice talking to you, I should be getting back to my shop. [It feels like things are slipping and he got more than he ever intended on having, and it's a good way to reestablish control...and also, work. He's got a client coming soonish. Probably. Maybe.] How much do I owe you?
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Date: 2024-09-11 04:06 pm (UTC)[Gepard has to get back to his clients and make that bread, as the kids say. Can't keep somebody waiting for their appointment, that's just bad customer service. And speaking of customer service...]
Let's just say the first one is on the house. But I expect you to come back another time and get something else!
[Let him just tie that bouquet up with a ribbon to keep it all together-- a pretty emerald green color, because he likes it-- and slip one of his business cards in there. Rosemary for Remembrance, like that line from Hamlet.]
There you go. Don't be a stranger!
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Date: 2024-09-12 03:04 am (UTC)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.]
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Date: 2024-09-16 04:04 am (UTC)[Well. If all else fails, Sampo still has his number.]
[After he's gone, Sampo's tempted to start texting him, maybe send him a gif or a meme or something, but he should probably let the guy process everything for a minute. Texting him now would totally be coming on too strong, and you can't overplay your hand, right?]
[Play it cool, Koski. Go sort some flowers or something.]
[He waits two days before he sends a text. It should be considered a truly remarkable example of self-restraint on his part. What he sends is this--]
this u?
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Date: 2024-09-19 03:16 am (UTC)...but he's got a lovely bouquet and it's fine.
...the rose ends up in his apartment, in a vase, right on his dresser.
...this means nothing.
And time goes on and he forgets about the passage of time, and then he gets a gif which startles a noise out of him, and someone asks, "Gep, are you okay over there?
I'm fine. My apologies.
[And then he starts furiously typing and stops typing and then starts typing again, and stops typing, and then backspaces a bunch, and then there's silence for a moment.]
WAS that what I looked like?
[Also, that's a lot of emotes around Sampo's name, when did that happen...he'll keep them. For now.]
I guess I see why you gave me the bouquet.
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Date: 2024-09-19 04:14 am (UTC)A little bit! Don't people give you gifts very often?
[Honestly, with a face like that? Gepard should be getting gifts left, right, and center. He's the kind of good-looking who should never have to pay for his own drinks because someone else will buy them for him. Should never have to buy his own dinners because he's too pretty to pay.]
[Sampo has enough cash to pay for dinners, for drinks, but he's also too old for sugar babies. Though Gepard is gainfully employed, so he wouldn't quite be a sugar baby, right? Even if Sampo did decide to buy him things just because he's pretty?]
[He could definitely get him a lot of flowers. Maybe he should get him more flowers? Drop them off at his parlor as a surprise? No, no, that's getting way ahead of himself, he can't just start dropping presents off at Gepard's doorstep before they've even gone on the first date. That's definitely a second date kind of thing.]
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Date: 2024-09-20 02:30 am (UTC)[...he knows he should be getting ready for his next client, but Gepard settles in a couch. He can allow himself a few minutes of whatever-this-is. (He knows what this is, but denial makes things easier.)
So, there he is, snuggling on his couch, acting like he's a boy who has nothing better to do than to text a florist he only met once. (Had it been only once?)]
Food, if anything. Sometimes my clients like to bring me snacks?
[Does that count?]
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Date: 2024-09-24 02:00 am (UTC)[It's only been a few days, so Gepard probably doesn't need any more bouquets, but that doesn't mean that Sampo couldn't give him one... a tattoo parlor could have more than one bouquet in it. Or Gepard could take it home and liven up his apartment with it.]
I got some gladiolus in. They're pretty spectacular!
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Date: 2024-09-24 02:42 am (UTC)[He...thinks. At least.]
Can I see them?
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Date: 2024-09-24 02:48 am (UTC)[There's maybe a minute or so of a break while Sampo goes and gathers up some of the new gladiolus flowers, gathering up a bunch of them in his arms of various colors. Then he takes a selfie with them and sends that over, because if he's going to send a picture to Cute Blond, he might as well include his face in it. The flowers and leaves frame his face out pretty nice, too.]
What do you think?
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Date: 2024-09-24 02:56 am (UTC)Did you really have to use that many emotes?
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Date: 2024-09-24 03:03 am (UTC)[That was probably the least cool thing that he's ever typed, but he did it ironically so it comes back around to being cool again. That's how things work, trust him.]
You know, you need to send me a picture now, so I can have one for your contact info. It's not fair otherwise.
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Date: 2024-09-24 03:21 am (UTC)[Also, very camera shy, so.]
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Date: 2024-09-26 02:40 am (UTC)[You're an artist, Gepard, surely you can whip up a cute little doodle of yourself to send to your new friend, right?]
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Date: 2024-09-26 02:55 am (UTC)First, a Gepard da Vinci, a work of art done in a few minutes. And the second is a selfie.
The selfie is of him looking faintly embarrassed, unconsciously so, because- well. He's not good at taking selfies of himself. But it's fine. He can send a selfie of himself to his...
Buddy. His eager buddy.]
If the drawing isn't enough, here's a selfie.
My client is here so I won't be responding for a while. Sorry.
[He doesn't have a client (yet) this is a lie, but it's a white lie so it's okay.]
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