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gay-opossum-in-the-garbage · 8 days

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Everyone Adores You. At Least I Do. <3

Rating: T

Pairing: Maison Talo/Heim Baile

Other Tags: Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Crushes, Old man yaoi, Gift Giving, Not Beta Read, Extremely brief mention of eating humans

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Heim often wandered out of his territory to try and look for prospective buyers (or just to sightsee) and one day he saw another Realtor walking down the other side of the street.

He was wearing a striking red suit that seemed to match the newly turned autumn leaves with sleeves that flared out at the ends, matching with his dark bell bottoms. His black heels clacked against the concrete in a hypnotizing way as he walked with his hands clasped behind his back. Though the thing that Heim fixated on was the man’s face. Like most other Realtors, the man’s face was a static toothy smile, teeth bright as the sun, with dark pinprick pupils. But there was something different about him, something that made Heim’s cheeks heat up when he looked at him.

Heim stopped walking for a second and simply watched the other Realtor as he approached a young woman, seemingly a tourist based off the fact she was holding a pamphlet for the valley in their hands.

He watched him talk with the woman for a minute. Heim couldn’t hear the exact words, but he could hear the deep monotone tone in the man’s voice as he spoke. He handed the woman his card and walked away. The woman glanced down at the card for a second before chucking it into the grass. It seemed she wasn’t as clueless as Heim had assumed.

He waited for her to walk away before jogging across the street to look at the mysterious man’s business card. His name was Maison, Maison Talo, #1 Realtor in all of the valley. He simply held the card for a couple seconds before tucking it away into his pants pocket.

After that Heim was like a moth attracted to a flame. Every day he walked the same path, hoping to see Maison on his way. Most of the time he wouldn’t be there. But when he was, Heim would stop and watch him walk by. Every time he looked at him he would feel warmth bloom in his chest, a scarlet draping across his cheeks, and his imperfect smile grow wide.

Maison had easily wrapped Heim around his finger without even speaking a word to him.

This went on for a month or two before Heim decided he needed to do something.

What was the quickest way to a man’s heart? Flowers! Wait, the saying says food. Eh, why not both?

And so Heim gathered what small amount of money he had and prepared to go to the shops. Heim had to get this right, he only had one chance at this after all . He didn’t possess the time manipulation powers some residents of the valley had, sadly.

First, the flowers. Heim held his head high as he walked into the flower store. He always walked by it, sometimes sitting on the bench outside the window to catch his breath before continuing his walk. The outside was always covered in beautiful seasonal flowers, right now it had hydrangeas and marigolds on the outside of the building.

He walked in before being greeted by the owner of the store, Ms. Aster.

“Well hi Mr.Baile, what brings you in here today?” She waved and smiled from behind the counter. She was carrying a small vase of cornflowers and putting them on the counter next to the register.

“Evening Ms.Aster, I’m here to look at your roses,” he bowed very slightly while smiling at her.

“Well, why would you need roses Heim?” She laughed slightly, in a playful way “you going on a date?”

Heim felt his cheeks heat up again as images of Maison flashed through his mind. He chuckled nervously while rubbing the back of his neck and averting his eyes. He decided to look at the bushels of red roses to try and not expose himself, as if he didn’t already. He could feel Ms.Aster’s eyes boring into the back of his head.

He checked the price tags and was absolutely flabbergasted. 40-60 dollars for a bouquet of roses!? He took out his wallet to see what money he had, half expecting a fly to fly out of his wallet as he opened it. Yeah, no, he definitely didn’t have enough.

He sighed and put his wallet away, turning to walk out the door.

“Oh well hey Heim, what’s wrong?”

“Ah, I just..uh…didn’t really find anything to my liking. Y’know? Heh…”

“Oh well, if you can’t afford a bouquet, you can buy a single rose”

It seemed that pretty much everyone knew he was broke, huh? Heim thought for a second. Maybe Maison would like the minimalism of a single rose? No, this was the best Realtor in the valley we’re talking about! If he wanted to woo the man, he would need something big. Heim needed something to reflect how he felt, and his feelings towards Maison were anything but minimal.

Heim rejected her offer before leaving the store and going on his less than merry way.

Heim thought and thought as he walked down the street. He couldn’t just give Maison some food, that would look bad. He didn’t want Maison to be insulted, like Heim thought he couldn’t get his own food. He obviously could! He was the best damn Realtor in the valley!

Heim was broken out his spiral by the sound of sprinklers going off on someone’s lawn. He looked towards the house and was immediately drawn to the beautiful garden in front of the windows, where the owner of this building was growing black roses.

They looked like prize winning roses, with a sign next to them saying…oh, “prize winning roses of The Rose Garden Competition of 20XX”. Okay, well that checks out.

Well now Heim was caught in a dilemma. On one hand, he didn’t want to hurt the person who grew the roses. They obviously spent their a large amount of time caring for and making sure these gorgeous roses were the best they could be.

On the other hand, Heim had literally eaten a person before. This wouldn’t be the worst thing he’s done. Okay yeah he’s taking those roses. He’ll try to pay the owner back. Try.

The sprinkler on the lawn stopped. Heim looked left and right before running as fast as he could across the grass, praying there aren’t cameras. He knelt down and picked five flowers, careful not to cut the skin of his lure on the thorns. He went to pick another, when he suddenly heard a hard noise behind him. He tuned to face the noise and was immediately assaulted by a spray of water from the sprinkler.

He coughed, some water going into his mouth. He scrambled up off his now muddy knees and off the lawn. He ran down the street, roses still clutched in his hand as he wiped the water from his eyes.

After he was a well’s way away from the house, he looked down to see his knees and cuffs were muddied and the rest of this suit was soaked. He didn’t even get a full bouquet like he had planned. The small amount of roses somehow seemed worse than a singular one. At least they were black, hopefully Maison would like them better than the red. Hopefully.

It was a long walk to supermarket, and Heim could feel people watching him. A man covered in water and mud was definitely a strange sight on a sunny day.

He took maybe a bit longer than he should have considering his options. Should he get meat or vegetables? Realtors are omnivores after all.

What if Maison wasn’t feeling like eating meat the day Heim approached him? No, that’s silly.

Okay, but what type of meat did he prefer? Heim personally preferred beef, but pork tasted not similar to human flesh. How do you shop for someone you haven’t even talked to?

Heim simply stood there calculating all possible options in his head before someone finally tapped him on the shoulder.

“Uhm, sir, can you move out of the way?” It was an elderly woman, seemingly around the same age as Heim himself. He didn’t realize he was blocking people from buying things.

“Ah, sorry ma’am,” he stepped out of the way for her, and continued to look at his options as she picked out some chicken breasts.

It seemed that she knew he was stressed, it wasn’t like he was good at hiding it, because she pointed to a package of beef before speaking to him.

“I like that one, real nice flavor. It’s a bit pricey though, so I usually just get the cheaper kind. Your pick though,” she was pointing to a wagyu steak.

Heim picked up the packaging, he had heard this stuff was extremely expensive, but when he looked at the tag it said it was only 40 dollars. Yes that’s all the money in his wallet, but it was something he could afford!

He thanked the woman profusely before checking out, using the damp bills to pay. The cashier seemed quietly concerned about Heim, but didn’t ask any questions.