(TW: cursing, mentions of blood.
Let us know if there's more, any triggers are valid.)
It was 11 AM on a Sunday, in spring, and yet there were no customers in the flower shop. Roman had been leaning across the counter for about half an hour now, staring at the door in front of him. The sun was blinding him and the counter was digging into his stomach but he still didn't budge, he was just wondering where the hell everyone was.
He sighed and finally gave into his pain, standing up and stretching slightly. He cracked his neck and back before he turned to stare at the flowers that were once behind him, leaning against the counter again, only this time it was pressing into his back. (✌️)
Virgil sighed and groaned as he marched into the flower shop. Janus had blackmailed him while he was drunk to get him to buy flowers from 'The hot flourist' that Virgil had always talked about. He walked up to the counter and because he was so short, it was easy for the boy to hit his forehead against the counter top. He sighed again before speaking up and asking,
"How do I passive-aggressively say 'fuck you' with flowers?" (💜)
Roman, being lost in his thoughts, didn't even hear the door open, nor the person's footsteps. He was so startled by the voice that he jumped and it took him a second to compose himself before he registered what they said. He slowly turned around to look at the person in front of the counter, having the most confused look on his face.
"I'm sorry, what-?!" He said in such disbelief he was on the verge of laughing. (✌️)
"How do I tell someone 'fuck you' with flowers while also being passive-aggressive?" Virgil repeated himself, lifting his head up just a little bit so he could glance at the flourist. (💜)
"I...What-?"
Roman blinked down at the person below him for a second before he fully realized what he said.
'The one day Patton decides to go on a date with Logan.'
"Um, well I mean, just how angry are you with this person-?"
He crossed his arms and started to wonder if he should crouch down a little so he could be eye level with him. ( ✌️ )
"Very. Angry." Virgil grumbled, already red from embarrassment and the fact that he was talking to his crush. He lifted his head off the counter but leaned against it, looking up at the very tall boy. (💜)
"Huh. Well, they do say that shorter people have less room to hold emotions. Guess it has to come out some way."
Roman chuckled softly and turned his neck to crack it a bit more before yawning slightly and stepping out from behind the counter to walk to the center of the shop. He faced away from the customer and glanced around the store, moving his hands to hold his hips.
"Right then, let's see..." he muttered. ( ✌️ )
"Listen, I may be short but I can and will destroy your kneecaps if you get on my nerves" Virgil was a little late saying his response to being called short but most of the time the anxious boy needs to think over what he's gonna say so it doesn't come out awkward or weird. Despite that it always seems to somehow happen anyways.
Virgil stood up straight and walked over to stand next to Roman, joining him in looking around at all of the beautiful flowers displayed on the walls and in rows. (💜)
"If you can reach them."
Roman smirked and looked at the photo of him and Patton by the door. Patton and he opened this shop together and were the only workers there.
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One Shot book UwU
FanfictionJust as the tittle says. This is just going to be a bunch of one shots (although some might even be in two parts because we accidentally made them really long). As far as we know this will mostly be fluff-shots but we don't mind writing angst-shots...
