[For fillegentille]

[dam_stijl]

 [ His front garden is fucking ruined thanks to a certain punk, so here he is on a rainy day, browsing the Meme Library for something to replace that shit with. ]

[  And at the moment he has his face buried in a book about shade-loving perennials, with a pile of Colonial landscaping books off to the side.  He's a sucker for symmetry, so sue him. ]

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[fillegentille]

[And she's only here for the nostalgia--she's got a book under her arm, but it's only so she has something to hold.]

[She spots him when she rounds a shelf, and, that's strange, she doesn't expect to see Netherlands in a library, but she tiptoes up on him anyway. For fun. Always for fun.]

[dam_stijl]

[ Totally oblivious. He's got a Birch tree in the front yard - should he bother trying to plant irises there or not? ]

[ He flips to another page. Maybe English Bluebells instead. Then again - he flips another page. ]

[fillegentille]

[She comes up behind him and covers his eyes with her hands, leaning over to whisper in his ear.]

Hollande, guess who.

[dam_stijl]

[ Stiffens at that - it doesn't sound like anyone he knows. ]

Who.

[ Snaps the book shut, just in case. ]