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[fordreams]

[You know what sucks? It sucks when you're a man... and another man thinks you're not. And that man then decides he's going to woo you, and that the best way to do it is to leave a lovely red rose sitting outside your door each and every day.

Which means, by the way, that Griffith has landed himself a stalker in the form of one Suoh Tamaki. Yes,

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dictated;

[daddyhost]

And yet not as beautiful as your eyes, the colour of a winter's pond...

dictated forever until/unless it's not?

[fordreams]

You're too kind.

lol yes

[daddyhost]

A compliment from my fair Hime is worth more than the price of any roses could be.

o/~

[fordreams]

You are quite well versed in the art of flattery. Might I ask the name of the man who chooses to shower me with such delicate words?

[daddyhost]

Suoh Tamaki~

[fordreams]

Ah. [Writing... this down in a private filter, kthnx.]

[daddyhost]

[Will just be over here, preening to himself about what a wonderful boy he was to bring such happiness into the lives of those around him.]

[fordreams]

[Oh dear, Tamaki. Oh dear.]

As beautiful as these flowers are, should you really be cutting their lives short for my sake? [a.k.a thank you for the flowers, but you can stop now. 8|]

[daddyhost]

While a rose may fade within a day, it's beauty lost and it's petals dying... it only serves to remind how timeless your beauty is. For even as you have aged, you hair growing silver, you are still a true Hime.

[fordreams]

[STOP... TALKING ABOUT OLD-NESS. HE REFUSES TO BE CALLED OLD.]

I see. [... know what he just realised? He doesn't want to talk to you anymore, Tamaki. But he's also realised it's probably a leeettle too late for him to be realising that.]