blue hydrangea, cold cash, divine

[workouts]

but if you send for me you know i'll come and if you call for me you know i'll run

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[workouts]

[ A part of Daichi - a very big part - wants to linger where their hands are touching. Suga's skin is so soft, and he's never felt like that before. He's had a couple relationships, to be sure. He's tried dating, and has managed to find people appealing in some abstract kind of way, very different from his lieutenants, but. This is different, too, he thinks. And he just smiles at Suga, ducking his head under the guise of inspecting the flowers more closely.

His dark eyes scan over the arrangement, taking in how well the flowers have been cared for. Carefully, he adjusts his hold so that he can cradle the vase a little in the crook of his arm, thumbing at the stem of lavender. ]

That's really unfortunate, I think. The world needs more color in it. [ Daichi is equally as sincere, as he looks up from the flowers to Suga again. There's a faint flush on his own cheeks that mirrors Suga's, but it deepens a little with the wink.

At least he can laugh, afterwards, giving him a wry but amused little grin back. ] Oh, trust me. They'll never stop causing trouble. But if I can get little breaks because the atmosphere has mellowed out from flowers, I will absolutely keep coming back.