And so, Valentine's was upon us...

[slave_of_suzumiya]

Who: Kyon and Haruhi
What: Suddenly, flowers!
Where: I guess it'll probably start at Kyon's place
When: Starting Feb 13th, could spill into subsequent days
Warnings: Just... HaruKyon nonsense.

[Kyon came into his house to sit on the couch after school, Haruhi not far behind. He took a glance at the flowers on the table. They'd just turned up yesterday out of the blue, like many things do in Mayfield. ... They didn't have that fragrance before now though, did they?]

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[extraordinarily]

“The flowers wilted.” She points to the vase behind her, on the table.

[slave_of_suzumiya]

"... An astute observation." Kyon replies deadpan at this obvious statement.

[extraordinarily]

Haruhi frowns that that, pouting once again at her fellow brigade member. “That isn’t what I mean.”

[slave_of_suzumiya]

"So, what do you mean then?"

[extraordinarily]

Her voice is low as she speaks, and she seems… a bit downcast. “You should put the pieces together by yourself.”

[slave_of_suzumiya]

"Which pieces?" Kyon is a tough nut to crack.

[extraordinarily]

"The dates, this place, the flowers wilting." That's all she's going to say. No more hints, Kyon. Figure it out on your own!

[slave_of_suzumiya]

"Right, it was some kind of Valentine's thing then, so?" He sighs.

[extraordinarily]

She immediately puts her hand out. "You owe me for cooking twice."

[slave_of_suzumiya]

"H-hey, hold it! W-what!?" What the hell does she expect? Money!?

[extraordinarily]

"You don't expect me to cook for you for free, do you?" At least, if she was in the right state of mind.

[slave_of_suzumiya]

"You can't ask for payment retroactively!" he objected.

[extraordinarily]

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," Haruhi replied, waving a finger around. "You forget that I'm your brigade chief!"

[slave_of_suzumiya]

"I don't care if you're the queen of England, I'm not paying you."

[extraordinarily]

"Why not?!" Haruhi whined, placing her hands on her hips.

[slave_of_suzumiya]

"There was no stipulation at the time of the event, which thus means that you can't impose it now." Kyon replied firmly.

[extraordinarily]

"That's not my fault." Haruhi said, immediately looking away.

[slave_of_suzumiya]

"Well, it wasn't mine either." Kyon folded his arms.

[extraordinarily]

She couldn't argue there, but she didn't want to admit that he was right, either. "Fine. I'll let you off the hook this time."

[slave_of_suzumiya]

"So, what now...?"

[extraordinarily]

"Why did you really come here?" She knew (of course, she could be wrong) it wasn't just because of the mere fact that she wasn't at school today.

[slave_of_suzumiya]

"I wanted to see how you were doing..."

[extraordinarily]

"... Why?" Her voice is wary, and she sounds a bit upset.

[slave_of_suzumiya]

"Well, why not?" Kyon is... not going to admit anything of any kind.

[extraordinarily]

"Because..." Her voice falters, unable to say what she wants to say, if only because she doesn't want to admit that hey, some of the things that happened had some truth to it. "Because you're the one who said something as cliché as 'I love you'!"