One-shots [Reqs: 5]

Flowers

(Not as old)

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Every day, someone would shuffle past, crouching to gather a few colorful blooms, and continuing down the sidewalk. Of course, the owner of that flower garden, Ink, was not entirely sure how he felt about it. He wasn't upset, no, but after so much work and effort, he didn't like finding four to five flowers missing every day. At first, it hadn't been notable. After a week, though, Ink had definitely noticed the sudden decrease in abundance. After a month, his garden was only full of buds, the blooms having all been taken. New flowers were budding constantly, so there wasn't ever really a large shortage, but it still irked Ink to see his precious creations disappearing. So, naturally, he let his curiosity get the best of him, and he started hanging out in the yard, trying to catch the stranger before they darted away.

It was after a month and a half of thievery that Ink managed to conveniently and quite literally run into this person.

On his daily jog.

"Shit-" A hard body collided with his, several different items digging harshly into his bones. Ink's phone was somehow wrenched from his hands, tearing his headset off and clattering onto the hard concrete. The other person yelped and tumbled down with him since he'd instinctively grabbed onto them. A sharp elbow jabbed Ink's sternum just as a leg crashed into his pelvis. The force of the hits left him breathless and wheezing from pain. He swore loudly, rolling away from the fallen stranger as horrible pain pounded in his nether region. It was like he was being torn in half or being gutted. The other person had caught themselves on one hand, also wheezing. When Ink had been hit, he'd recoiled instantly, meaning his legs had jerked up and he'd also knocked the other in a sensitive area. 

So, for the next ten minutes, the two laid on the floor, groaning in agony and getting odd stares from onlookers. Finally, Ink's eyes uncrossed and he rolled onto his stomach, pushing himself up and hissing at the dull throbbing echoing through his lower body. As he collected his phone and scanned his things for damage, the person who he'd run into rose on unsteady legs. There were glasses laying beside a few-

Ink looked at the stranger, recognizing them as the guy who constantly stole his flowers. There were three roses on the floor, one of them slightly damaged. Ink could tell that they were freshly picked. The other muttered gruffly, shakily wiping his glasses on his red turtle-neck, squinting at the lenses. He slipped them on, sighing in apparent relief before gathering the roses and standing to his full height. Multicolored eyelights glared down at Ink sharply, the unique and mismatched orbs making Ink's breathless gasping return full force. His throat gave an odd noise. He'd been startled and completely overwhelmed from those eyelights. "Can't you watch where you're going?" Once again, Ink was 'kicked'. The person sounded like they were speaking from a phone or a tv. Staticy almost. Ink was blown away. He straightened, blinking at the taller rapidly. The other seemed to be taken aback. His eyelights flashed, and Ink's mouth opened as soon as the other's did, the both of them exclaiming in bewilderment. "Your eyes!" They gaped at each other, a few seconds passing in silence before Ink burst into laughter.

~Error~

He was flabbergasted. The short person was giggling, laughing over something Error didn't know about. He stared at them, sockets wide, as the shorter snorted. A bright iridescent flush accompanied the laughter, tiny rainbow freckles sprinkling his cheeks. "Sorry-! Sorry!" He cleared his throat, chirping happily to Error. "My bad! I didn't mean to run over you like that. Although, I've been meaning to speak to you." Error's head tilted in confusion. He'd never met this person before. Unless he had and forgot. 

"Uh... Do I know you?" The short person beamed at him, his eyelights morphing into a green swirl and a yellow question mark. That was the second time they'd changed, and Error was astounded. He didn't know that was even possible. "We haven't talked before, but I see you nearly every day. You always steal from my garden. In fact-" He leaned forward and plucked one of the roses from Error's fist, rolling the stem between two fingers, "-I am one hundred percent sure that this is also from my garden. No one in this town grows white roses, buddy." It was a small town, and Ink had been raised here, so he knew the town pretty well. He was the only one who grew the white flowers, that he knew of anyways.

Error coughed, gingerly taking back the rose. "How do you know I didn't buy them?" Ink grinned at him, "Well, for one, you're avoiding eye contact, which means you're lying. And two, I run the only flower shop in town, and I haven't seen you there once." Error muttered under his breath and sighed. "Yeah, alright. I took these from that blue house on BreanBurry." Ink's smile widened. "That's my house." Error kept his gaze averted, waiting for Ink to demand his flowers back or something. He had money, he could pay for it. Thinking back on it now, he probably should've thought of that beforehand.

"So who is it?" Error blinked. "What?" Ink chuckled and repeated himself. "Well, I want to know who is so special as to receive flowers on a daily basis. So, who is it?" Error stilled, a painful twinge suddenly stinging his soul. Fuck, he hadn't expected this. "...I can't tell." Ink's cheeks puffed out, and he crossed his arms stubbornly. "If you can't tell, then show me." Error stared at him, incredulous. "I don't even know you." He shook his head, knowing that Ink would just tell him his name to get his way. He'd met people like him before. "Y'know what, fine. Follow me." Ink cheered quietly and tucked his phone away, looking up at Error expectantly. The taller silently began walking, glancing at Ink repeatedly and chewing on his words. Ink skipped beside him, humming under his breath.

About three minutes later, Ink noticed Error's nervous expression and gave a laugh. "What's got you so antsy?" Error's shoulders slumped, and he rubbed his neck, speaking without thinking.

"I'm just trying to figure out how to tell you that we're going to the cemetery."

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