Collecting Pink Flowers

“Fuck!” Blush cursed through gritted teeth, quickly inspecting his hand after pricking it with a flower’s thorn. He was relieved there was no puncture, but that didn’t mean he was free from any stinging pain.

There was a loud clearing of someone’s throat behind him and Primrose’s annoyingly familiar voice, “That’s more carats for the swear jar, I know you realize that.”

Blush took a deep breath, slowly letting it out, before he responded, “I’m not the one who didn’t give me gloves, how exactly should I do this without hurting myself?”

There was a moment of silence, before Primrose frowned and decided to look down at his nearly pressed gloves. “I suppose I did forget to grab you a pair of gloves. Fine then, just focus on the flowers without thorns, I will take care of the ones with.”

Blush rolled his eyes, “Why didn’t you just lead with that?”

“How, when you never stop talking?” Primrose replied easily.

Blush’s lips twitched in a smirk as he started to laugh, “I don’t know how anyone thinks you’re a proper little cherubun. You’re just as sassy as a succubun.”

Weeks ago, Blush was sure Primrose would have reacted in a negative way to being compared to a succubun, now he just tutted, “I don’t need to hear that from you.”

Maybe it was for the best that Primrose was becoming something of a friend for Blush, of course that didn’t mean he found the cherubun to be any less annoying and stuck up but it did mean Blush almost liked him. The judgements and comments aside, he truly believed he was understanding the quirks and differences between himself and cherubuns. They were just succubun of a different flavor.

He was pushed out of his thoughts by Prinrose again as the cherubun spoke, “Maybe sure you don’t mix the flowers and put them in the appropriate baskets.”

Blush raised an eyebrow, “Is there a particular reason for that?”

Primrose nodded, “There are different types of ambrosia and each one has a different flower for taste.”

“Ah that explains it, just like alcohol, every ingredient changes the taste.”

There was a moment where Primrose looked curious, his words escaping him before he could stop them. “Do you indulge in alcohol often?”

As if surprised by his own question, Primrose hurried to one of the flowerbeds to gently cut flowers from the plants. He didn’t want to slack from his duties for silly questions.

Questions that Blush was eager to answer. “Hmm alcohol huh? Not as much as you probably assume but yes I have a drink every now and then. Mostly Dracquiris, they’re my favorite.”

Primrose made a small sound unconsciously as he asked another question, “And what exactly do you get from drinking those?”

Blush chuckled as he continued to cut flowers and place them in the baskets beside him. “I don’t know, I just like them. You don’t always have to like things because they made sense you know, sometimes you can just do what you like.”

Primrose seemed conflicted, it seemed not only Blush had different beliefs after sending so much time together and working diligently with the flowers. “It’s just easy for you to do that?”

“Shouldn’t it be?”

They both continued to work in silence as the cherubun seemed to be thinking something to himself. Blush didn’t mind, he knew these things were still confusing to Primrose and he wasn’t about to try to unravel that religious indoctrination from Melangel.

But the silence was bothering him. “So how many flowers do we actually need?”

Primrose seemed almost relieved by the questions. “Ideally all of them.”

Blush groaned, “Ugh all of them? There’s so many to cut.”

Primrose scoffed, his tone nearing amused. “Is it really that hard for you to work?”

“Oh shut up, I work hard every day of my life.” It was busy being a priest and Blush wouldn’t be called lazy if he could help it. “I just never imagined there would be so much work to ambrosia.”

Primrose gave Blush a deadpan look. “I can guarantee the process of alcohol probably takes as much effort.”

Blush snorted, “Sure, but I’ve never made it before. Leave that for the buns that actually male a job for it.”

“And yet you offered to work on ambrosia brewing?”

“Well offer is a bit of a strong word, I was convinced to do all of this to understand cherubuns a little better.” Although Blush wasn’t about to admit how strongly he had been imposed to this before coming here to help.

Primrose seemed to understand or rather whatever Blush would admit to as he answered, “I feel the same about inviting you here, I still don’t understand Succubuns completely but I did need to understand a bit. Granted Dove and Beanny will never force me to do this, they did encourage it.”

“Why Primrose, that almost sounds like you like having me around.”

“I can still kick you out of the embassy.”

Blush snickered, “Yeah but then you’d have to do all this flower picking by yourself.”

Primrose sighed, “And that would be a pain.”

Blush shook his head, admiring the basket of flowers next to him. “Mark my words, I’ll get you out of this embassy to look around the burrows.”

Primrose grimaced, “I’d rather stay it.”

“Don’t make that place, there are places here that even you would like.”

“I doubt that.”

“Don’t be a killjoy,” Blush teased, as he stood up and grabbed his basket of flowers. “Alright this basket could use a few more flowers, I’ll go that way.”

Primrose nodded, “Just make sure to stay in these flower beds and don’t cut the wrong plants.”

“I literally planted these flowers with you, I know which ones I go for.”

The two buns lighthearted bickered back and forth as they continued to work. It wasn’t easy collecting the flowers, but their hard work did reveal something surprising. A succubun and cherubun could get along when they understood each other. They could even be friends.