4th bloom

[punchtheflowers]

[Vinnie had been spending a lot of time on his own outside, watching the flower buds peek through the snow. Had he been actively avoiding certain people? Hell yes. But he was privately trying to console himself with the slow return of spring.

It was getting warmer. Greener. All his hopes for the future lay in the coming month.

All are welcome to bug him as he mopes in the melting snow.]

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I wanna get back into training again. At least doing something. I'm sick of waiting around and feeling like this. I've been getting into fights anyway, so... I should've told you about those.

I know I've been pulling stupid shit lately. You can lay it on me for that.

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...Sorry for being such an asshole.

There's a girl that likes me. I don't know what the fuck t'do.

So if you guys have any ideas on how I should stop fucking up my life, I'm all ears.

By the way, Smoe: those nose things work really well. Thanks.

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[miss-dreavus.livejournal.com]

I become quite tired if I do not eat for lengthy periods of time. This isn't my standard fare, but after hearing that somebody else has been eating plants I was curious to try it.

[She pouts a bit and starts to twirl lazily in the air.]

I doubt I'll be trying plants again.

[punchtheflowers.livejournal.com]

[He stared, unamused, as she floated about in the air. At least she was going to leave the flowers alone... though he wasn't sure if the word of a ghost could be trusted.]

Yeah? So what do you eat? Souls?

[miss-dreavus.livejournal.com]

Wherever would you get such an idea? [Huff!] I dine on fear. I regret to inform you that thus far you are the only person I've been able to get the proper reaction from, but... thank you. It was delicious.

[punchtheflowers.livejournal.com]

[Oh. Vinnie's face fell just then. Great, so his rampant phobia was like a snack to her. And somehow, in this entire school, he was the only person scared of her. Fuck. You were probably snacking right now.

Fucking fuck fuck fuck. Could you tell how elated he was?

He was just going to leave. Right now. In a miserable huff. He had nothing more to say, and damned if he was going to let you get even fatter just by standing here.]

[miss-dreavus.livejournal.com]

[I'LL SEE YOU IN CLASS, VINCENT.]

[punchtheflowers.livejournal.com]

[FUCKING FUCKKKK]