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kicksomeacid · 2 years

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It’s a dreary Tuesday afternoon, the only day of the week where Tumblr Anonymous is let off of work early enough to visit the graveyard. The latter enters the familiar flower shop and is instantly greeted with the overwhelming scent of flowers and a distracted greet of the florist, Curiouscat Anonymous. There’s another guest at the desk that is occupying Curiouscat Anonymous’ attention right now so Tumblr Anonymous stands off to the side patiently, tapping their foot lightly to the nonexistent Taekook subunit playing through the antiquated radio.

“Twitter really liked the bouquet. Until this morning when they realised I forgot to buy the right coffee grounds and threw it at the window,” a nervous chuckle escapes the guest.

“Well,” the florist starts out before their eyes roll into the back of their heads and they collapse into a heap, the bouquet they were slowly working on falling to the side on their desk. A gasp escapes the guest as she rushes behind the desk.

Tumblr Anonymous follows suit going behind the desk and pulls out their phone in a flurry, mashing the three digits in before pressing their phone to the ear before interrupting the operator’s first syllable, “Curiouscat seems to be down!”

It all happens in a blur when the call ends, ambulances, police, and fire trucks rush to the scene, and the mysterious guest and Tumblr Anonymous are pushed away. And then when the scene all unravels, the dust clears, they see a body bag.

The guest looks Tumblr Anonymous carefully with sharp, wide eyes. The latter only returns the look before they are interrupted by an ambulance worker.

“Curiouscat Anonymous is dead.”

“How?” Tumblr Anonymous asks first.

The worker shrugs before walking away.

“Well, shoot.” The woman curses under her breath, drawing Tumblr Anonymous’ attention again. “I needed to buy a bouquet.”

“Me too,” Tumblr Anonymous nods their head uselessly. “I usually buy a bouquet from them every week.”

“Oh,” she crosses her arms with a coat around her body hugging her closer, “how come?”

Tumblr Anonymous turns their body to face the other better, “My dead grandmother likes flowers.”

The woman chuckles nervously, their foot shifting anxiously back and forth, “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Tumblr Anonymous lets out a lighthearted laugh, “I’m Tumblr Anonymous by the way.”

“kicksomeacid,” she introduces with a small smile and an endearing shake of her head.

“Do you come by often?” Tumblr Anonymous gestures to the flower shop where police are scuttling in and out, “To buy flowers, I mean.”

kicksomeacid shrugs, “I’m pretty sure I was at least half of Curiouscat Anonymous’ sales because my current partner… They get mad so the only way to placate them, is buying them flowers.”

Tumblr Anonymous nods understandingly before speaking bravely, “I know another place that sells boutiques if you want to go?”

kicksomeacid’s grin impossibly widens and it has Tumblr Anonymous feeling like they just got shot with a rainbow, “Of course.”

Screaming crying living laughing loving to all of these. You’re a hilarious genius let me kiss your brain

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kicksomeacid · 2 years

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hello!! I stumbled across your new fic on Twitter and it’s sooo amazing!!!! I’m in love with your work! Also the name didn’t make sense until halfway through and that’s also just so cute and oh I wish BAM Inc. was an actual thing now. My AO3 account hasn’t come through yet so I haven’t commented there but I needed to let you know how much I enjoyed it and just thank you for sharing x

Thank you so much!!! Good luck getting your ao3 account ☺️

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kicksomeacid · 2 years

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post it

Yesss

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kicksomeacid · 2 years

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the urge to fix the strands or take a photo because it just looks so endearing.

Curiouscat Anonymous hums to create buffering time to actually process what the other was saying, “It’s your fifth time here in the past week. Five different days Twitter had gotten mad at you and demanded that you bring them flowers. I appreciate your company and your business and all….”

kicksomeacid laughs, their head falls back, full belly laughter that’s absolutely melodious to Curiouscat Anonymous. “I know,” kicksomeacid sighs and bows her head down to fidget with her fingers. “I’m so used to this relationship though. It was so happy.”

“Drugs make a bunch of people happy but that doesn’t mean it’s a good thing,” Curiouscat Anonymous mutters under their breath before slapping a hand over their mouth and looking up from the bouquet at kicksomeacid, who raises their eyebrow in response.

“I’ll let it slide if you give me a discount,” she says after a pause, a bright smile breaking upon her face.

Curiouscat Anonymous mirrors the grin before tying the final bow around the bouquet, “Do you want to include a note?”

kicksomeacid shakes her head, “Nah. Twitter didn’t even read the last one.”

The words create a pang in Curiouscat Anonymous’ heart as they just push the bouquet over with a weak attempt at a hopeful smile, “It’s on the house. I hope you make the right decision.”

Hi I’m literally in love with you please let me post this on my Twitter

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kicksomeacid · 2 years

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tumblr is the second worst thing to curiouscat. it has a character limit and im stuck on tee recaptcha so i cant send u the rest. fuck, lets just get married

Yes we can get married of course

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kicksomeacid · 2 years

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Curiouscat Anonymous stares down at the half-made bouquet, their hands moving automatically as they hum at the right time as kicksomeacid goes on and on about her current partner (Twitter) for the nth time that month. Then, finally, there is an abrupt silence between the two of them, one that Curiouscat Anonymous isn’t sure they appreciate.“What do you think?” kicksomeacid asks cocking her head to the side. Strands of hair fall in front of her face, and Curiouscat Anonymous has to suppress the

I CANT BELIEVE YOU DID IT AHHHHHHHHHH

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kicksomeacid · 3 years

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