The Language of Flowers, to the Beat of Tempo

"Thinking of you, wherever you are." 

Reading the title on the card was always the first step right? At least, that's what Tempo consistently heard when people got gifts. He was not one to normally, well...get gifts. He liked to give, to see his friends light up. It always gave the sleepy bun a good night's rest to know he'd made a friend smile, and what was better than that? 

Maybe someone else had the same idea, because on his doorstep was a bouquet. Positively overflowering with flowers, it glittered in the half light as if someone had just recently sprayed the blossoms with water to refresh them, right before ding dong ditching his doorbell. Well, he suppoed it wasn't really a ding dong ditch...since the point was a surprise anonymous present, right? So it was just a ding dong? A ding? A doorbell ring? 

Oops. Distracted. There was a bouquet in front of him he should be bringing inside. Collecting the flowers, he was startled at just how _heavy_ the flowers were, and it made him a bit sad. He didn't like cutting flowers. They needed to grow and breathe, to become more and share their lovely ways. But this was already done, and no use grieving cut blossoms - instead, you honor them and set them how you could. He carried the ridiculously heavy bouquet in to set on the table, curious how it still glimmered in the soft lighting of his living space. 

The first flowers he recognized were yellow pansies - and it made him laugh. The tag had said exactly what they did - the person with the flowers was thinking of him. He hummed in thought, studying the bright gold blooms with thoughtful grace. They were beautiful, in a quiet way, and he found them charming to the core of their little brown hearts. 

Blue hyacinthes waved to him, and it made him blush. "Loveliness charms me", he knew they meant, but who could think he was lovely? Who was he charming? He certainly wasn't trying....he studied the soft blooms, and that was when he recognized - the flowers were fake, studded with gems to make them shimmer. In a way, that made him even happier. No lost blossoms to give him something pretty. Whoever got him this must know - so a friend? That would make sense, and made him relax further. 

He had been mentioning a lonely time this Matentine's, after all. Perhaps a friend had gone out of their way to make it better. How kind of them! Whoever it was, he'd be finding out of course, and repaying. No good deed goes unpunished, and he had the desire to snuggle the friend and have a good, sleepy day together. 

Apple Blossoms caught his eye next, and really had him blushing. Aloud, he wondered. "Who could prefer me above all?" He didn't know anyone like that - he didn't have a mate or a partner or anyone like that. Who could want him? Who was playing such tricks? 

"....well at least they got me pretty flowers," he harrumphed to himself. 

"Who got you pretty flowers?" 

Tempo yelped as a big pair of dark eyes looked up to him. "Mikraye, what the fu----how'd you get in?" 

"Your door was wide open." She shrugged, the black-furred bunny leaning to study the flowers. "Looks like you were distracted with your admirer---"

"It is NOT an admirer--"

"Oh please. I see that daffodil and clover - they're practically begging you to think of them in flowerspeak!" Mikraye laughed a bit, horns glowing as she thought and studied. "Clover for 'think of me' and Daffodil for Unequalled love. Oh, and look - Edelweiss!" 

"Edelweiss? Isn't that hard to get around here?" He perked, going to study the delicate blooms.

"Well, it is fake, but for someone to make that....their devotion is in each stitch and glue. That's delicate work, that." She mused. "More than I put in on my sister's gift for her birthday." 

He flushed darker. "It's not that special."

"Perhaps not. But they sure think you are." She narrowed her eyes, looking in deep. "Hmm." 

"What? What else is there?" 

"Yellow lilies. Well, you know that that means."

"No? What does it mean? It's not the purity one, is it?"

"Nah." She leaned back with a grin that could make a priest blush. "It means they gay as fuck." 

"MIKRAYE. For the record, I am too--" 

"Nah, not according to your diary. You're panromantic but like cock."

"Okay, time to get out." 

Mikraye smirked as Tempo shoved her out, glancing back at the glittering bouquet. Whoever it was….hope they got through to him.