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.]

= = =

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.

= = =

...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.

Comments

MAYBE... MAYBE NOT... /roll

[badasscopters.livejournal.com]

[Well, now this was getting extremely awkward with the idea that this guy was probably that guy. Well, it looked like he was feeling really bad about it, too, so he wasn't going to judge, but... wow.

And here this was the guy that he told Dana he'd punch in the dick or something. Uhm.]

Kinda, yeah. Told me she was feeling bad over a guy and all that after Valentine's, and... yeah. Just kinda made me think of... yeah.

[Awkward shuffle. Shuffleshuffleshuffle.]

COME BACK DAMMAT

[punchtheflowers.livejournal.com]

[Oh. Well. Fair warning that if there is dick-punching going on, you are getting a serving of poison sludge.

But basically the awkwardness was deadly contagious. What was going to happen next, Vinnie didn't know - but he wasn't looking forward to it. If he were in Goose's shoes though, punchings would probably've been involved.]

Oh. Guess that might've been... yeah.

/FLEEEEeeeeeee

[badasscopters.livejournal.com]

Y-Yeah...

[Hmmm. Maybe not, actually. Considering this was an incident of cupid bots, Goose couldn't say he entirely blamed the guy. He still seemed so guilty, too, and...]

Hey, it's okay. Or somethin'. Cupid bots fucked my shit up too anyway. Not this year, but... right. It's just still kinda... yeah.

[That uneasy feeling? Yeah, it was so thick in the air that not even a Scyther's slashes could possibly slice it.]