LOTTIE:
for such a vibrant, pure spirit, combusting with youth and warmth, lottie had a touch of death. plant after plant, she felt cursed. instead of a green thumb, she had a cursed thumb, and as the queen themselves once said, another one bit the dust. shyly, for once, she entered the moon garden, one of her frequent check-in points. the essence of flowers in the air was enough to turn up the corners of her mouth, a scent she desired in her own home, but usually had to settle for candles over the real thing. rowan appeared, immediately, which startled her. the plant suddenly appeared behind her back, an action she couldn’t recall, but she continued to grin anyway. “ hi, “ her small voice chimed, muffled by the crowded shop. “ oh, just visiting ! saying hello to my friend. “ oh, right. that wasn’t what he asked. “ um … “ slowly, the plant appeared between their two bodies. it was a vibrant begonia, a flower lottie preferred for the aesthetics, and despite offering it ample sunlight, water, and love, it was holding on by a thin thread. “ it happened again. “ her lips turned downwards again, a sigh released through her nose. “ i’m so bad at this, rowan ! i don’t know what to do, “ she whined, ableing herself to not stomp her feet or tear up.
“well, it’s always so lovely to have you visit,” rowan answered warmly. the other’s answering grin had his lips parting to reveal a sliver of white teeth. his smile unfortunately faded as worry appeared at the reveal of the begonia the younger owned. it was, unfortunately, not something that startled the elder when it came to the other. lottie, unfortunately, had a bit of a black thumb when it came to taking care of plants. this was another situation that revealed her struggle with the hobby. “oh dear,” he murmured, reaching out to carefully take the plant into his hands. his dark eyes studied the begonia with care as he tested the soil. “hm.” rowan shifted the plant to the cradle of one arm before taking the other to comfortingly place a hand between lottie’s shoulder blades. with a gentle amount of pressure, he began to lead her further into the shop and skillfully through the people mulling around. “it’s okay, lottie,” he comforted, leading her into the back room so that the two could talk in a quieter environment. this room was used as storage as well as a workspace and offered a large, lengthy table in its center at which rowan placed the struggling plant. “now, how have you been taking care of it?? perhaps we will be able to figure out what went wrong.”
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XAVIER:
✦ * · ˚ “most people would think i did something like that on PURPOSE — it’s nice to see some people aren’t assuming things about me just because of how i dress.” xavier says with a small chuckle, nodding his head slightly. it was rare to have someone not assume he was just some grump. "it sounds like it fits in really well with the season, i’ll give you that.“ the crimson-haired male responds, though his brows knit together ever-so at the other’s words. "does it happen to taste anything like cinnamon gum or that red soda that’s cinnamon flavored ? i was never a huge fan of those growing up but hey, i might love this, who knows.” there’s a rise & fall of xavier’s shoulders in a shrug as he speaks, gently chewing on the inside of his cheek as he listens to rowan. "oh — no. i don’t mind. i don’t mind at all. it’s good to have some company.“ xav replies, grin dancing onto his features almost instantly. "especially when the weather’s THIS nice, would be rude to keep that all to myself.” he teases, glancing over that the other before his gaze drops to his hands which are situated in his lap. "thank you — you really don’t have to.“ the male starts, pulling his gaze up to meet rowan’s with a small & slightly shy smile. "if they have it, warm apple cider. if not, a hot chocolate will do just fine. would you like me to come in with you ?”
“oh, would they??“ such a thing was surprising to the elder. xavier always proved to be a gentle individual to rowan, regardless of how he chose to dress and present himself. in fact, he found the other’s dress to compliment him quite well, regardless of how it didn’t suit the norm of what people tended to perceive friendly people to wear. “it certainly does, however there’s something in the blend that makes it a comfort year round.” a wistfulness entered his expression, telling of how the type of tea was a favourite of his. “not particularly. in fact, it has a sweetness in the blend. it smells like cinnamon but only offers a bit of a hint in the actual flavour of it.” rowan mused, brows furrowing as he considered how to describe it to the younger male. “i have a feeling it may be worth you trying out,” he rounded out his answer with a bright smile to the other, hoping he would take his advice one day to try it. “if you’re certain,” he seemed to brighten, even with how tired he felt, as his company was welcomed. “oh it most certainly would be. i would be quite disappointed if you chose to hog it,” rowan laughed softly, words going along with the playful comment xavier made. “you’re more than welcome, and i’m certainly aware.” hand going to his pocket, he rummaged around for his wallet before withdraw it to clutch in his hands. “a warm apple cider or a hit chocolate,” he repeated back, acertaining what the other wanted. upon confirmation, the elder gave him a slight shake of his head. “it’ll only take a moment. i’ll be right back,” he answered, lifting the fingers of one hand in a poorly executed wave before he was off to get their drinks.
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ATLAS:
“You don’t know that,” was all Atlas could mumble in return, looking ahead as he continued to lean his head on the other’s shoulder. The alcohol swimming through the younger male’s system was really kicking in, causing him to feel very sleeping and forcing a yawn to spill from his lips. He could barely even show how excited he was that he’d won and got his own way with how positively drained he felt. It did however intensify the flip-flop feeling dancing in his stomach as Rowan brushed some of the long strands of hair away from his face. “Can we sleep now?” Atlas questioned, tilting his head so he could somewhat make eye contact with the blonde with his cheek still resting on his shoulder, not wanting to move unless it was to lay down.
“i like to believe i’ve grown quite wise over the years,” rowan giggled in response. it was obvious to him that the other was starting to fade fast and the sleepiness he was exhibiting was endearing to the elder. “we can certainly sleep, but you do have to get up. i have to finish making the bed.” the shorter commented, shifting to rise but remaining conscious of the younger’s head. he didn’t want to send him falling down all of a sudden. “plus, you don’t want to fall asleep in your cloths, do you? can i get you a pair of sweatpants or something?” rowan offered, managing to stand by keeping a hand on atlas’ shoulder to keep him from falling sideways.
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SAINT:
not entirely adept to kindness , saint is taken aback by ro’s kind nature . so much so that his irritated expression EASED into a softer , friendlier one . waving his free hand saint offered a chuckle as a response . ❝ total damper . only on the basis that they think I’M the type of person who’d smoke . ❞ he rolled his eyes at the thought of it . he took a seat beside ro , saint’s eyes fixated downward to EXAMINE his own attire that he so carefully planned out in the morning . ❝ thank you , i was going for like — a general day look but also like a VERY specific day look . ❞ he looked back up at ro , lips pursed after giving his vague description . ❝ you look cute today too , ro . loving the look . ❞
“i guess it’s simply one of those things people aren’t sure of who partakes in it ??” rowan attempted to sooth, not entirely certain how people chose to classify or deem people as smokers, electronic or not. “aren’t e-cigarettes, unfortunately, considered an ‘in’ thing at the moment ?? perhaps, seeing your stylish look they assumed you fell in like with what they deemed to be a trend,” as he spoke, the elder’s voice took on a worried tone. he truly was worried about how many kids were turning to electronic cigarettes, especially with how much talk was going around bout them. as he was joined, ro shifted, angling himself towards saint with a gentle smile as he listened to the other explain the feel he had for his outfit. “i- i think i understand what you’re going for. you don’t appear dressed for anything in particular, but there is still something striking about your outfit.” the florist mused, head tilting slightly as he voiced this thought. hopefully saint wouldn’t find his deduction too silly. rowan was far from someone with the same kind of fashion sense as the younger. as he received a compliment from the other, a flustered blush rose to his cheeks, colouring them a gentle pink. “oh, well, thank you,” he murmured, looking down at his white t-shirt, the left breast of which had embroidered flowers blooming across the gabric. his fingers played idly with the hem as he looked back towards saint with a shy smile. “that means a lot coming from someone as fashionable as yourself.”
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You’re soft, soft like spring flowers and sunsets and the white feathers inside your pillow.
hin-saek
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SAINT:
with drink in hand saint united with the table . instead of taking a seat he placed his things down — his expression is CERTAINLY distressed . ❝ some youth just asked me for a juul . ❞ saint admitted with DISGUST laced in his tone . ❝ usually , that’d be ENOUGH for me to crawl back into my safe space but not enough people have seen my outfit today . ❞
as the space on the table across from him was taken up, rowan peek up from his book before direction a blinding smile at saint. a smidge of soft amusement curved his eyes as the other spoke of some youth. “you know, you’re hardly old enough to be calling them youths,” the elder mused, closing his book and placing it off to the side to give the other his full attention. “i understand what you’re saying, however. being asked such a thing would surely put a damper on your day,” rowan soothed, folding his hands in his lap after crossing his legs. at the mention of his outfit, the elder’s eyes flickered down to look at the designer’s choice of clothing before quickly returning to his face. “well, i can certainly see why.” though, ro was hardly an expert when it came to fashion. “your outfit looks lovely today, as per usual.”
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xavier:
✦ * · ˚ there wasn’t a day in xavier’s usual schedule that he didn’t feel TIRED — though he blames that on his horrible sleeping schedule & the fact he overworks himself. he was constantly working on new sketches and whatnot for the shop. today was thankfully one of the days he didn’t have to stress out or worry about anything other than what he wanted to do. today ? he was just taking things slow, going at his own pace instead of having to worry about needing to be somewhere, needing to do something for someone else. though he doesn’t really mind doing things for people at all — it’s one of the things he’s actually good at. but sometimes, he does need days for himself, days where he doesn’t has to worry about any of it. gets to enjoy his favorite time of the year & just go with the flow, enjoy the weather before it turns almost too cold to be able to do anything at all. yet the smell that seems to attack him left & right is almost enough to make xavier just want to go home and curl up on the couch with his puppy & watch shows or movies. he could make a decent cup of hot chocolate — sure it had absolutely NOTHING on anything he could buy at the brew but it had crossed his mind before he finally decided that even though he wanted to escape the pumpkin spice craze, he was craving a latte.
xavier watches as the other’s steps slow down & it begins to make him wonder if he’d startled the other. which of course instantly causes his brows to knit together in slight concern because that is NOT what he wanted to do at all. "oh uh — sorry. i didn’t mean to scare or startle you.“ xavier explains gently, a soft smile starting to pull on the edges of his lips. "you’re probably right there. i don’t know if anyone actually has the ability to stop pumpkin spice. especially considering there’s so many people who seem to worship it.” he chuckles with a nod of his head. "i don’t think i’ve even tried cinnamon tea. guess i haven’t really considered it since i tend to lean more towards chocolate and peppermint flavors but i will certainly keep that in mind for the next time i order.“ he tells the other with a shrug of his shoulders, grin growing wider on his features in the process. "i’m only sitting out here to give a silent protest on pumpkin spice. i could go sit inside but the smell is pretty strong and the weather today is far too pretty to miss out on.” xavier explains lightly, cheeks heating up ever-so-slightly. "are — are you sure ? you don’t have to at all. i’ll buy my own drink.“
“you’re quite alright,” rowan answered the other’s apology, a soft bloom of pink spreading across the skin of his cheeks a bit embarrassed the other noticed their suprise. linking his fingrers together, ro listened to the other’s words carefully before offering a gentle nod of acknowledgement. “it has become quite the comercialized flavour over the years,” the elder agreed, eyes gleaming with his smile. “i highly recommend it, especially since we’re in autumn now. it doesn’t have caffiene so it’s lovely to have in the evening without having to worry about it keeping you up all night.” as xavier spoke about giving a silent protest, ro couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh. “i see. well, i’ll join you in silent protest if you don’t mind,” he murmured. the exhaustion still weighed heavy on his mind, but the mood of the other was slowly easing some of the burden the day had on him. “i’m positive.” xavier’s hesitancy only made the elder want to treat him more. rising from his seat, he glanced towards the doors of the cafe before looking to the other. “what would you like?”
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atlas:
Atlas nodded at the comment that came from the shorter, yet older man, an almost permanent smile on display across his own lips. This was usual for the younger, but with the alcohol it was much less willing to budge, even with his displeased the other sounded. “I know,” was all he said to both of those protests, because that was exactly the point. To get Rowan to agree to share the bed with him, because it would be much nicer and much more comfortable for the both of them. As he watched the other become deflated Atlas let out a giggle, knowing he was wearing the other down into getting his own way. He wasn’t usually so persistent but he couldn’t stop himself with the chance to sleep with his neighbor. With being a very loose word. “Because I’m right, and you’re wrong. You’re only being polite. We can both share the bed. You won’t get my cooties Ro, I promise,” Atlas breathed out, his own hand rotating to now hold onto the one that was resting on top of his own, leaning over to rest his head on the slightly shorter’s shoulder, nuzzling in.
as his hand became held, rowan puffed out his cheeks. clearly, he was going to have to give in. this was going no where and atlas was, as per usual, quite the stubborn individual. it wasn’t that the idea of sharing a bed with the younger bothered him to the point of refusing, but he was trying to be polite. why the other didn’t want a bed to himself was beyond the elder, but it was clear he was sticking to his guns in regard to them sharing the bed. perhaps, in the end, it would be for the best. no doubt, ro would get a better sleep in his bed. as the younger nuzzled into his shoulder, rowan couldn’t help but release a good natured sigh. “you don’t have cooties, atlas,” he answered, reaching over with his free hand to gently brush the younger’s hair back. “but, fine. you win this round.”
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romeo:
“ what does this mean again? ” the yellow & orange tinted petals of a marigold are staring back at them, held up carefully in between their fingers as if it was fragile. the musician is perched on top of the counter of rowan’s flower shop, fiddling with the stem of the flower and bringing it up to their nose every now and then to smell it. MARIGOLDS might be their favorite flower as of now, although romeo changes their mind about it rather frequently —— just last month it was sunflowers. they’re indecisive, but that’s the beauty of it ; romeo gets many options to explore. “ was it despair? ” their radiant smile morphs into a visible frown and romeo’s gaze drifts off to meet rowan’s. “ how can something so beautiful be so … negative? ”
glancing up from the plant he was watering, ro looked towards his friend who was rather enraptured with the marigold in their hand. instead of answering right away, the elder out of the duo gave them a moment to consider the answer their self before either confirming or denying. “despiar, yes,” he murmured in answer, moving away from the task he’d idly been completing and over to romeo. “however, it is despair and grief often in regards to a loss of a loved one.” his gentle gaze, glanced at the petals of the marigold. it almost was as if they were bleeding from within with how the deep orange bloomed outwards into the yellow edges of the petals. “it is hardly the only meaning the flower offers. marigolds also can mean the warmth of the rising sun as well as creativity and the drive to succeed.” his eyes moved up to the younger’s face as he settled his hip against the counter. “many flowers gain meanings as time progresses and so they often are not solely known for negative meanings.”
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sunny:
she laughed when he did, though her giggle was quite a bit louder than he had been. “ honestly, me too! I don’t know what it is, but it’s so hard for me to stay clean when i’m at work, and it’s even worse when i’m at home doing art stuff. ” it wasn’t uncommon for sunny to empathize with a complete stranger, and this conversation was no different. “ what kind of job do you have? wait — ” here a hand came up to stop any answer he might have given “ — let me guess! you’re a… ” she studied the man across from her, finger tapping lightly against her lips “ a professor, and you get chalk on you all the time! ” there was a very good chance she hadn’t gotten it correct, but that wasn’t about to stop her from guessing. as the conversation turned to the book on the table, she nodded in appreciation. sunny had always been interested in other people, in learning about what they liked and what they didn’t, and although she had never gotten into reading ( she’d always been either unable to focus long enough to finish or too busy doing things with family and friends to start ) she could still enjoy listening to people talk about it. “ ooh, sounds spooky! i’m not much of a reader, to be honest, but a book sounds a lot cleaner and easier to do at a cafe, so i understand why that’s what you chose to bring. ”
“i think it’s easy to forget to be careful of yourself when you get so caught up in a project and making sure you’re careful when crafting it,” rowan mused. at least, that tended to be what he experienced. it was so easy to get caught up in the act of potting and putting together bouquets. “luckily, i don’t work at home so the mess is pretty much kept to my work space.” at her question, he was ready to respond only to immediately seal his lips as she requested to guess. waiting patiently, he wondered if she would get it right, though it didn’t take long to confirm that she did not. he couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh at her guess, though it was in no way at her expense. “i’m afraid not. i actually own moon gardens. the flower shop down the street,” he answered, eyes turning to crescents as his smile brightened at the mention of his job. the shift to his book had ro listening to her thoughtfully, eyes flickering to her canvas. “it’s one of my favourite things to do,” he admitted, returning his attention to her face. “however, i spend a lot of time at work so i often bring one with me to give myself a break.”
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their eyes lingered on the family before shifting over to the man beside them, considering. ‘ i think that’s exactly what that means, ’ they say half seriously. ‘ at least – i don’t know – give it a muzzle or something. ’
“i can understand why you would think so,” rowan responded lightly, smile soft as he watched the family. “it must be difficult for them, i think. parents are often belittled by the public if their child misbehaves and how they’ve chosen to respond to them. i’ve had customers apologize countlessly for fits that their children have thrown in the shop and they never stop being surprised when i assure them it’s not trouble.” he turned his gentle gaze to the individual at his side. “why do you think that is??” his question was, for all intents and purposes, phrased in a way that it could be taken as rhetorical or poised for an answer.
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atlas song:
At the sound that was emitted from the slightly shorter man’s lips, Atlas couldn’t help but giggle, amused that the lightness of his steps that had accidentally caused him to sneak up on Rowan. Soon followed by the other falling onto the bed behind them. God he was so fucking cute, and Atlas had no idea how he was still single when he was like this. Shaking his head, the younger soon moved to join him on the bed, sitting beside the other man and letting his hand rest on his knee. With the alcohol in his system Atlas’ eyes were almost intense, fixated and intent on keeping eye contact. “No, it’s your bed. I’m either gonna sleep on you on the couch, or you’re gonna sleep next to me in your bed. And maybe cuddle. I can’t promise I won’t cuddle you when I’m asleep.” As much as this wasn’t exactly what Atlas had in mind when he thought about sleeping with Rowan, the thought of going to bed and going to sleep right now was a very welcome one.
with a gust of air, rowan puffed out his cheeks as his sleepy gaze met the darker ones of the younger. atlas was being ridiculous, as far as he was concerned. he couldn’t just let rowan be a good host, could he?? no, he had to go and refuse to take his bed. “you’d squash me,” the elder pointed out, gesturing between the two of them. not only was atlas those few inches taller but he was also broader and more built than him. that wasn’t to say ro didn’t have muscle. he lifted bags of soil and big potted plants most of the day, thank you very much!! their builds were just significantly different, that’s all. “sleeping on the couch on me wouldn’t be comfortable for you, either.” he was, at this point, only half trying to change the other’s mind. the other half of him was just being petulant. his lips parted, one hand shifting to cover atlas’ on his knee. he was prepared to go on. was wracking his hazy brain for a polite way to tell his neighbour to ‘please just stop arguing i want to sleep just listen to me please’. his tired gaze searched the younger’s face, as though the answers to his argument lay upon the smooth cheeks and strong jaw. obviously, his face didn’t tell him anything and the elder visibly deflated. “why won’t you just listen to me??”
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xavier lee:
✦ * · ˚ NIGHTS LIKE THESE are when xavier seems to thrive, the air slightly chilly and the faint sound of leaves crunching under his feet. fall was his favorite season, after all. so right now? he was practically in heaven. there was ONE bad thing about the season, though — pumpkin spice. it takes over everything & assaults his senses left & right, unable to get AWAY from it for a few months before peppermint takes it’s place. his favorite place to go wasn’t free of it either, the deja brew smelling like spices & everything he doesn’t care for, hence the reason he’s sitting outside, trying to avoid it ever-so-slightly. however, when he sees someone he knows, he’s quick to motion them over to his little table, kicking the chair out for them. "save me from the hell that is pumpkin spice, please. i’ll do whatever you want just make it STOP.“ he starts, chuckling lightly as he pats the seat next to him. "i love fall but honestly — why are people so obsessed with that stuff that it’s taken over the entire universe??” xavier continues with a slight scoff. "sit, i’ll buy your drink… if you promise me you won’t order pumpkin spice just to spite me.“
it had been an incredibly long day for him. an early morning. a late and stressful night. like most jobs, there were bound to be days where things didn’t go quite as planned or customers turned out to be quite difficult to please. luckily those often were far and few inbetween., yet being the owner of the business added a completely different layer of stress on top of working in it practically everyday ( except tuesday, of course, which remained saved for his nan ). today was a day where ownership and floor duties both landed heavy on his shoulders. he managed through it. he has been for years and one day wasn’t going to beat the years of experience he had. still, he could feel the anxiety underneath his skin. that aftermath of uncomfortable tingling that always started as soon as he locked up for the day. as soon as his time became his time and not the shops time. it was like a flip of a switch and suddenly his gentle being couldn’t handle it anymore. he needed comfort. comfort that, on any other day, would come from the gardens in the shops back area. so, he decided to try for familiarity. instead of going home, rowan went down the street to the deja brew. what he didn’t expect was the familiar figure outside. his steps slowed with his surprise, which turned to hesitation for a moment. he was certain he wouldn’t be any good company to the other. still, the beckoning motion pulled him forward none the less, not one to ignore someone. a little smile was already curling at his lips before he reached xavier’s side, eyes flickering to the chair in surprise ( he was too tired to physically jump, apparently ) as it moved. his attention quickly returned to the young man as he began to speak, though. as he did, the smile on ro’s face widened a bit more before he took a gentle seat beside him. “i don’t think i have the ability to stop pumpkin spice,“ he murmured, cheeks puffing up with his smile as he settled his hands into his lap. “it’s not my favourite, i much prefer a cinnamon tea, but i’m afraid i don’t abhor it like you seem to.” his eyes shifted to his hands for a moment, stretching out his aching fingers before the younger’s offer fell on his ears. “oh no, you don’t have to do that. i appreciate your offer, but it’s really just a tea. in fact, i’ll buy your drink. you’re sitting out hear because the spice is so strong inside, right? just tell me what you’d like.”
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Atlas moved around to tuck his feet under his butt where he was sitting on the couch after a few moments, somewhat circling in on himself as he watched his neighbor move through his very meticulous apartment. That was, until he announced that he would be sleeping on the couch, and suddenly disappeared down the hallway to where Atlas assumed his bedroom would be. He felt a little guilty taking the man’s bed from him, a small pout making it’s was across his lips even though the other couldn’t see it. Not only did he feel guilty because, well it’s his bed, but he would have much rathered another kind of sleeping arrangement between the two of them.
Barely any time passed before Atlas couldn’t help himself, getting to his feet and swaying just a little as he tried to regain his balance again, the alcohol having settled in his system by now. His feet padded gently against the floors as he cautiously made his way down the hall to where he saw the male’s back facing him, not realizing he was practically tiptoeing. “You don’t have to do that, you know,” he spoke when he was likely a little too close, noting a small startle to the man as he appeared behind him, barely two feet away. “If you’re choosing to sleep on the couch then I will, too. I don’t want to take your bed from you.”
the process of making his bed was something he surprisingly enjoyed. a clean and made bed always caused the room to look much more organized than a messy one. he managed to strip the bed, placing the sheets in his laundry basket, and get out a fresh set within a fair amount of time. making a bed by oneself could be time consuming, but it was necessary in the moment since he was setting atlas up in it. getting one side of the mattress sheet done, rowan was about to turn and make his way around the bed only for a voice to appear behind him first. it, of course, startled him and caused him to whirl around in with a short squeak.
his gaze, because unfortunately he was a few inches shorter than the other, was met with broad shoulders, collarbones and a strong neck. embarrassmenet flooded through his system at being caught off guard. his cheeks flushed as he immediately jerked a little back to create more room, though it was a bit difficult to do with the bed on his other side throwing him off balance. luckily though, even though he lost balance, he only landed on the end of the bed. it made him go even more red and silently wish a hole could swallow him up. it was lucky enough that his somewhat tipsy brain latched onto what the younger was saying and distracted him away from his embarrassmenet. “ the couch is much too small for you to sleep on !! “ rowan immediately rejected, lips pursing as his brows furrowed. “ plus, you’re my guest so why shouldn’t you get the bed ?? i’ve slept on my couch before, it’s perfectly comfortable for me. “
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