"I've been looking for you all day, I don't want to hear that you're spending your birthday alone!"
... were the last words a certain redhead barked through the phone after demanding to know the location of her friend, before hanging up. The brief silence got suddenly interrupted by relentless knocks on the door of his motel room.
Upon opening, Scarlett waited on the other side, almost empty-handed and somewhat restless. Wearing her classic green dress for special occasions, it was almost like she came prepared. Because, not only that...
"Ah! I knew it," a slightly muffled voice greeted him, while the Ghoul not only held something behind her back, but also presented herself wearing a facemask, "...I won't kiss you until you clean yourself up, young man. I've been smelling your deeds from a distance, luckily something has been telling me that I need extra protection around you, so I didn't push my luck today, fufu," vague as her comment was, she offered a giggle, "anywho, it's a shame the blood on yourself is someone else's, but it still suits you."
It was noticeable how she was smiling under the mask despite all. While it didn't cover all the bloody smell, it did help considerably; Scarlett brazenly eyed Mystic up and down, as if she was holding herself back from pouncing on him just yet. In the end, her gaze softened with another sigh, as she brought her hands to the front.
She gifted him a bunch of what she would call mismatched tulips.
"Well, happy birthday, dear Mystic~ Aren't these beautiful? I couldn't wait to give them to you when I saw them."
Two-toned tulips were delivered in a neat bow to the Founder, her amethyst pair shone even more as her grin grew wider beneath the thick cloth. When she spoke again, she winked at him.
"May I steal a little of your time on this lovely night? Or... a lot?"
Of all the things Mystic had thought he would go through on a lonesome birthday, he certainly hadn’t considered the day would begin with Scarlett berating him through the phone and arriving at his room’s door. He stood on the threshold, watching the Ghoul’s rather off appearance. Not at all for the face mask…
At Scarlett’s comments, Mystic lowered his gaze to his clothes. “Oh,” he mumbled. “Shit. My bad.” It was an honest mistake. If he had known she would end up with him, he would’ve rushed under the shower. Most of all, he was exhausted.
The Founder received the bouquet of mismatched tulips with widened eyes. It took him a moment after Scarlett’s explanation to realize what they represented.
There was a long silence on his part. The muffle noise from thin walls on the rundown motel buzzed around them.
A tear dribbled over Mystic’s face and plopped over one of the blossoms. He tried to choke back his sob, so he held his breath. The waterworks broke immediately after. “You—you shouldn’t have…”
Days of tireless work, where he ended up buying a small cake from the corner store simply to do something for his birthday while he was away from home. This small touch was his breaking point.
Mystic sniffled, wiping his face on his sleeve. “Tha—thank you…”
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