No one's PoV
Edgar has been ranting on about flowers like Snapdragons, Daffodils, Orchids, Bluebells, and White roses for a long while but Mike didn't get tired of it. "I KNEW YOU WOULD LOVE THESE!" someone yelled out of nowhere.
"Ugh, must you be here at this time and night? Miss. Woods." "Yep! I've been watching you recently and I've found out what your favorite flowers would be based on your body language and the way you act around different people!" she said picking all of the dead roses out.
"Hold on you watch him? WHEN?" The acrobat asked confused about what she just said "None of your business but my business here is done. goodbye gays." Emma said running inside.
"She's been WATCHING ME?? Remind me to lock and cover all my windows and everything see-through in my room." Edgar said picking a few flowers to get on Emma's nerves.
"Sure! Also, what's your favorite animal?" Mike asked Edgar who was now wrapping the flowers in a white paper.
"Well, I do quite like butterfly's they change from a disgusting worm to something that resembles beauty for many," he said sitting down on the stairs.
"This world is confusing," Edgar said picking a yellow rose "some are born with wealth, others will have to deal with shame, jealousy, and harassment towards themselves. I just don't find it fair." he continued squishing the rose in his hand.
"I'm one of the few 'butterflies' born with wealth, talent, and beauty while the 'caterpillars' have to scrape the bottom of the barrel and every so often a caterpillar becomes a butterfly!" Edgar said dropping the rose then stomping on it.
"Hey, Eddie calm down... I don't want you going on and crying again today. I don't think my heart can handle it anymore." "Fine but you owe me a ton." the painter said getting up and brushing off his pants.
"I shall take my leave now." Edgar said leaving the garden "I wanted to ask you something though" Mike whispered under his breath. "Huh?" "NOTHING" "Ok?" Edgar said leaving to his room.
'Damn it that was your chance and you didn't take it stupid!' Mike thought internally beating himself up.
EXTRA
Mike, in a beach shirt: So sue me, it's October and I'd like to be on Island Time for a day!
Edgar: I have Spotify open right now on my laptop, do you want me to blast you? Do you want me to put you on blast? Cuz I've got your history right here on the sidebar,
Edgar: Take it Back by Jimmy Buffet, Nautical Wheelers by Jimmy Buffet, Jolly Mon Sing by Jimmy Buffet, Steamer by Jimmy Buffet, trEAT HER LIKE A LADY BY JIMMY BUFFET, MAÑANA BY JIMMY BUFFET, WHEN SALOME PLAYS THE DRUMS BY JIMMY FUCKING BUFFET, HAVANA DAYDREAMIN BY JIMMY BUFFET- What the FUCK happened to you?!
Mike, laughing: I HAD A CASE OF THE MONDAYS
Edgar: ARE YOU HAUNTED?! ARE YOU FUCKING POSSESSED?!
Edgar: YOU USED TO BE MY BOYFRIEND
Mike, cry-laughing: ᴵ ᴴᴬᴰ ᴬ ᶜᴬˢᴱ ᴼᶠ ᵀhᴱ ᴹᴼᴺᴰᴬʸˢ
I'm really sorry that this was so short but Yeah I'm trying
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Matchmaker (!Edmike!)
FanfictionA new survivor gets lured into this hellish 'game' presumably by their own greed. the title has nothing to do with the story tbh. DISCONTINUED
