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[magicgeekponsol-blog]

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SEND ME 🌺 TO PLACE A FLOWER IN MY MUSE’S HAIR. + ||Accepting||

Ponsol was picking out some flowers to put into a bouquet and he’d asked Kajika to come along so he could ask her for her opinion on a few things. He was staring intently at all of the flowers available, trying to decide on a theme for what he wanted his bouquet to say.

Not only was the meaning important, but so was the general health of all of the flowers. He wasn’t going to settle for flowers that were unhealthy or wilted. Only the best of the flowers were acceptable. Nothing else in the world was registering to him as he was busily constructing a bouquet inside of his head.

This was going to be given to his mother, so it had to be perfect. She was going to be a guest speaker at one of the highschools, so he wanted to go and meet her and give her a bouquet of flowers to welcome her with at the airport. It’s been some time since they’d last seen each other so he wanted to do something for her.

He truly respected and loved his mother, so he was judging all the flowers in the store with a critical eye. Rounding trips to various flower shops, he was looking for the best of the best. Some stores offered different flowers, and he didn’t want to miss out on using some flowers only because he didn’t check another shop to see what they offered in their selection.

Finally, after a good few hours of the day, they’d reached the last shop and he was almost done with constructing the mental bouquet in his head. Just one more—oh that one would do just the thing. Picking the flower out from the rest of its brethren, he let out a small breath of relief. Finally, he was done. Turning towards Kajika who was giggling quietly, he finally noticed that she’d placed four flowers in his hair. They were the flowers that he asked her to hold for him as he was deciding on what other flowers he wanted to add to the bouquet. Rolling his eyes, and chuckled in response.

“Sorry, I was zoning out that bad, wasn’t I?” He knew that when he was in the ‘zone,’ he stopped paying attention to anything else around him. Plucking the flowers out of his hair, he walked over to the registers to purchase the flowers. Now, he was ready to put together his bouquet.