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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but it was delicious. and I'm going to want crepes again. fuuuu--

[vianca]

[She held no fault against him for what had happened. If she had bothered to sign her name on that note, it might have been something to remember. But hoping people forgot you meant you shouldn't leave reminders behind. Things were as they should have been.

Vianca considered the question. Under which indication of okay had he meant... Looking at each of them, she supposed the answer rang true for both physical and mental wellness. More or less.

It was back to nodding for her. She was fine. After a moment she looked back at him again as if she was expecting him to say something else.

How are you?]

yesss crepes

[punchtheflowers.livejournal.com]

[A nod. He'd have to take that as a yes, or at least, as much of an answer as she was able to give him. She was getting by. Life wasn't exactly bliss, but it was tolerable, and that was as much as they could probably hope for.

Well, she was looking at him again, with a slight air of inquiry about her. As though she were asking the same thing of him.

Maybe it was her silence, but it seemed to demand a more honest response than a simple, I'm fine.]

Trying to deal with a bunch'a stuff on my plate. I'll be al'right.