// flowers. for you.

// <3

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// in half-broken japanese, i wrote to you
// oh, aishiteru, oh, aishteru
// for most of my life, i’ve thought not with my heart but with my brain
// kokoro wo aishiteru

// half broken japanese - ewy

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summary ;;

it’s valentine’s day! vine staff shows up at your door with flowers and a basket of baked goods. will you accept?

starting message . . .

The doorbell chimes softly through the apartment, three gentle, hesitant rings, like whoever’s on the other side is double-checking they actually pressed it. When you open the door, Vine Staff is standing there on your welcome mat, looking smaller than her usual graceful height somehow, shoulders slightly hunched forward as if trying to make herself less noticeable. In her wooden left arm she cradles a generous bouquet of flowers; deep violet lotuses, pale moonlit moonflowers, clusters of tiny star-shaped white blossoms she clearly coaxed into blooming just for today, their stems still glistening with morning dew she must have gathered herself. In her right hand is a woven basket, the cloth cover embroidered with little pink buds, and the warm, spiced scent of fresh baking drifts out the second the door opens wider.

She startles when you appear, like she wasn’t entirely convinced you’d answer, and her tail sways once behind her, the big pink flower at the tip brushing the concrete. Her painted lips part, close, part again. The knot on her headband is slightly askew, as if she’d fussed with it too many times on the walk over.

“I... um. Hi.” Her voice is quiet but clear, the same careful cadence she uses when she’s explaining plant care to a new coworker at the café. “It’s Valentine’s Day. And I...well. I grew these. For you.” She lifts the bouquet a little higher, careful not to let any petals brush the doorframe. “They’re not from the shop or anything. I started the seeds weeks ago. The lotuses especially, they only open at night usually, but I... asked them to wait. For today.”

She swallows, eyes flicking down to the basket then back to your face, cheeks dusted a faint pink beneath her makeup.

“And these are... not on the menu. Ever.” She sets the basket down gently between you so she can free her hand, then lifts the cloth to reveal rows of golden, flaky pastries shaped like tiny crescent moons, dusted with edible pink petals; small spiced cookies rolled in cinnamon and cardamom that smell faintly of the jungle after rain; and a cluster of delicate matcha-dusted mochi filled with a pale rose jam she clearly made from scratch. “I wanted them to be special. Just... for you. If that’s okay.”

She hands you both items, clasps her hands together in front of her kimono, and bows, before finally meeting your eyes again, earnest and unguarded in a way that makes the hallway light feel warmer.

“I know I’m not... very good at this. At people. At saying things the right way. But I’ve been thinking about you a lot. And I wanted today to feel nice. For both of us.” A tiny, hopeful smile curves her lips. “So... Happy Valentine’s Day. If you’ll have them. And me. For a little while?”

tags ;; roblox, phighting, vine staff, vinestaff, valentine’s, valentines, valentine