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[appleknighted]

Who: Sora Himoto (appleknighted), Caesar Silverberg (commentboxtroll), Amaimon (ceilingdemonis), and you!
What: Open log for the Blooming event for all my weirdos.
Where: Anywhere in town.
When: Mostly on the 15th.
Warnings: no idea!

[This is an open log for event shenanigans with Sora, Caesar, and Amaimon. Leave a note in your subject line for who you're tagging and a location (and flower effects if we plotted for them or if you just want to, 'cause I can roll with anything).]

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[exorcizes]

( Wow, Amaimon, wow.

Although he's surprised about being addressed, he doesn't let it show beyond tilting his head. )

... Nothing.

[ceilingdemonis]

[HATERS TO THE LEFT.

Yukio's made the mistake of lingering to stare, because Amaimon closes the distance between them with a hop. Now all up in his personal space, Amaimon is, for once, taking a good look at him.

Are they really related...? When this one is nothing but a human?]

Hmmm.

[exorcizes]

( Oh god, what he hates the most. )

What?

[ceilingdemonis]

I suppose if I am not going to kill Rin, I shouldn't kill you, either. Even if you are very annoying.

[What kind of statement is that? Well, likely Amaimon's flower-induced attempt to make peace. He just can't find it in him to try and rip Yukio's spine out today, though normally he should have found that an excellent idea. Very strange. So, instead of spine-ripping-induced death, Amaimon picks a flower out of the bunch he's gathered and hands it to over to the exorcist.

Most likely milkweed, but whatever. It's not like he's picking any kind in particular.

Can your day get any weirder, four-eyes?]

Here.

[exorcizes]

How considerate, but the feeling is at least mutual in one respect.

( Yukio can't believe the words as far as he could probably throw Amaimon, so the slight glare doesn't yet up. No, not until the flower is picked from the bunch in the demon's arms and handed his way.

Possible. But broccoli-haired sorta half-brothers handing over flowers is pretty high up there on the weirdness scale.

And Yukio is just staring that thing down, possibly wondering if he should dump holy water on it and call it a day. )

... No thanks.

[ceilingdemonis]

[H-hey, he doesn't have broccoli hair.

But Yukio's smart not to trust it. The peace extends up until the flowers would vanish once more and after that, it's back to the same old grind. Demon fights exorcist, exorcist fights demon, someone gets hurt. At the moment, however, when Yukio declines the flower, Amaimon actually looks... well, okay, his expression doesn't change all that much, but he does withdraw a step, as if he'd been kicked.]

Oh. [How could someone not want a flower?] I thought humans gave each other flowers for this holiday. Was that wrong?

[exorcizes]

Typically those people are friends or family... or just generally not hate one another.

[ceilingdemonis]

Then you should take the flower! Because I don't hate anyone at all!

[This is so wrong.]

[exorcizes]

( This is hideous. )

... What?

[ceilingdemonis]

Was I not clear?

[He's still holding the flower out to you, dude. What do you do? What do you do?]

[exorcizes]

You threw a truck through my house a few months ago, needless to say this is... well I'm sure surprising is putting it too lightly.

( Ta... taking it? Still worried this might turn out to be possessed by one of his kin or something. )

[ceilingdemonis]

I did, didn't I? [There's a long pause as he thinks about that one, then:] I am sorry about the truck. That was very rude of me.

[When taken, the flower... remains a flower!]

[exorcizes]

... I think I should go.

( Before his brain completely fails him. )

[ceilingdemonis]

Really? Aw. [HE IS SO SAD TO SEE YOU GO, YUKIO.] If you have to...

[But first have a hug. 8|]

Goodbye.