Disclaimer: I do not claim ownership of Weiß Kreuz.
Watering the Gentians
by Seph Lorraine
RanKen // Ran/Aya POV // WC: 100
There he is. Headphones placed discreetly within his ears, probably blasting some crude-sounding song at much too high a volume. He's carelessly watering the gentians, before moving on to the next row of violets.
He hates flowers.
It says nothing about us that I would know this. He complains about it everyday. Loudly chucking down the watering-can and groaning, "I swear, someone in that organization has a fucked sense of humour." Then he picks up a broom to finish the sweeping he abandoned earlier.
None of this means a thing to him. Even myself.
I would never buy him flowers.