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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[waddlepaddle.livejournal.com]

[It was even stranger due to the fact that Waddle Dee could talk better in the form with no mouth. How that even worked itself out logically was likely beyond anyone's ideas.

At least Vinnie wasn't mad about it, but he still felt so guilty. Oh no he killed a plant oh no. Plants are living creatures, too. Oh no.]

Um, okay, if you say so.. I think I'll give it a funeral.

But yeah, I'm Waddle Dee, though you can call me Dee. [Wavewave.]

[punchtheflowers.livejournal.com]

[Well, at least you had remorse for a plant. Not a lot of people do. Usually they were just considered bits of the scenery, or colourful little garnishes in a vase, instead of living things. Vinnie could forgive you.]

It's al'right. Its bulb's probably still alive out there. Flowers can be pretty tough guys, y'know.

Good t'meet you, Dee.

[waddlepaddle.livejournal.com]

Oh. I guess they've gotta be strong. Though I've never seen a flower with muscles...

[Dee was not only a guy of feeling and regret, but he was also a guy of... utter stupidity at times. Hopefully the mental images that are produced from that can be forgiven.]

Unless flowers can get muscles. Somehow. I dunno.