Roses For Eternal Love, Lilies For Sweetness. . . .

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He doesn't know why he's doing this. It's just – been on his mind, for some reason. A preoccupation that's somehow morphed into a compulsion. Something he simply had to do. He suspects that video had something to do with it – what, exactly, he can't be sure. But it was only after seeing it that everything started.

He looks down at the flowers he's chosen. White lilies, yellow daisies, red poppies. Purity, innocence, and pleasure, if he remembers his flower language correctly. A pleasant, neutral message. He isn't trying to win her heart, he just – needs to give her some flowers. It was a purely friendly gesture. She'd understand that, right? Purely friendly. Has nothing to do with any intentions on her. Has nothing to do with that awkward yet strangely nice kiss, or the way he's started to enjoy the way her green eyes sparkle when she smiles, or –

Victor groans and shakes his head. "Oh dear." He really hopes he can blame this all on a LOL. The alternative is – too awkward to contemplate right now.

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Alice arrives in the intended meeting place, quite puzzled. What on earth could Victor have for her? It wasn't her birthday, and they weren't in the habit of exchanging more than notes over their PINpoints. Maybe it was a situation like those butterfly wings he'd gained briefly around Easter? That had been interesting. She grinned at the memory of seeing Victor flapping about his little apartment, happy as a clam. (Though she'd never understood why clams were so happy. Maybe she ought to ask the Tweedles, they seemed to know about such things.) If he'd gotten something interesting from a LOL, this was sure to be --

Then she caught sight of him, standing outside his door, looking very nervous.

And holding flowers.

Alice stops dead, staring. He -- he had flowers? Were those for her? Why would Victor give her flowers? They -- they weren't roses, but still. . . .