#FLOWERS AND TEETH || FLORIST BORIS

[gummy-axolotl]

well are you gonna introduce us to your new boyfriend?

(aka idk who the green muppet dude that you're makin out with is)

This is Doctor Boris Habit, he's the main antagonist from an indie game called "Smile For Me!"

When he was a child, he loved flowers and wanted to be a florist, but his abusive parents wanted him to become a doctor. After an incident of physical abuse when he was 10, where his father killed his favorite flower and broke his teeth, Boris grew frustrated about frowny sad people who had perfect teeth, where he, who loved to smile and be happy, did not. Eventually, he gave into his parents wishes to be a doctor, specifically a dentist. His obsession with teeth became stronger, and his odd demeanor scared his patients.

Blah blah blah Sometime later, Doctor Habit and his assistant Kamal Bora built the habitat together! The Habitat is a place where sad people can go to be rehabilitated and get back to smiling :-)

But unfortunately, Habit's mental state and tooth obsession started to become even more worrisome, to the point where Kamal left his side, and his nightly PSA's for the habiticians started to be more unsettling, and sometimes downright sinister, as he plans for the "big event"

And the rest is game spoilers, but he's super cool and I really like the game a lot!!!

If any Smile for Me experts come across this and notice I got some details wrong AUGH I'm sorry I wrote this out from memory pls forgive and correct me,,,,

The end ✨

[marthasteeth]

continued with @floristhabit​

[Boris had felt pretty good about.. working up the courage to send that bouquet. He was many things. Positive, sure, and optimistic-? Of course! But he could also be quite petty.

He had made a miscalculation, though. Dr. Habit had said he wasn't into flora and fauna, and Boris took that at face value and believed him.

He hadn't any idea that the dentist would know. G-d, no, he hadn't had any idea.

So when he got a customer, he was beaming, though he did not look up from his work and he did not pay attention to who stood in the doorway. He was busy tending to a special corner of lilies- ones that had the signs 'dew NOT tuch' and 'NOT 4 sale' by them. He would part with almost any other plant, even the orchids he worked so hard for.. But he would not part with these. Lilies meant everything to him, and his collection was.. quite expensive.

He was giving a particular flower a kiss when the other had walked in, and now he was peppering the other flowers with kisses- and water- as he asked what he could help him with.]

"helo, can i help, yuo? wat ise it that U r luking 4?"

dr. habit didn’t say anything at first, approaching his double at a leisurely pace. it was evident that letting him go the first time had been a mistake - a lapse in his reasoning. he had expected some gratitude, at the very least - was that so much to ask for? 

glancing briefly over the ‘do not touch’ signs, dr. habit hummed, reaching out in front of boris and swiping his hand across the shelf; two lilies toppled to the floor, the terra cotta pottery smashing into pieces, leaving the plants to lie helplessly on the ground. as if to add insult to injury, he stepped on one as he moved closer, crushing the petals carelessly under his heel.

“ime acktually looking for sum Orange Lillies. do u hav any ov those? or do u mayke a habit of giving them awaye?”

[jaynavajasso]

A list of things about Boris Habit:

(SPOILERS AHEAD!)

(Edited to include some corrections from you guys! Thank you for helping me out!)

▪ He (at least partially) went to college for dentistry - enough to successfully perform multiple operations. It’s safe to assume he’s very intelligent.

• In his tweets, he complains about his fingers being “too sharp”, suggesting that his spelling atrocities are mostly because he’s having trouble typing - not that he can’t spell. Further examples are the diary and the PSA’s; in the diary pages (writing) his spelling is nearly perfect, and in the PSAs (typing) you get way more misspellings. 

• On that note: He can speak English almost perfectly! Typing errors aside, in any of the endings, he sobers up real quick - and when he gets serious, the misspellings just stop. I’ve seen a lot of people writing his dialogue like he types, but according to the game, he can speak just fine.

• If anything, the misspellings pop up in his dialogue when he’s psychotic - perhaps he’s baby talking you? No proof on that one, just speculation.

Edit: I’ve been informed that “manic” is the more appropriate term for how he acted in the boss fight. Sorry for the confusion!

• His cheerfulness isn’t completely an act - the game suggests that he was a really cheerful kid up until he snapped (as an indirect result of his father’s abuse, no less), and in the good ending (after you agree to be his friend) he gets some of that same peppiness back. Even Kamal agrees he’s just a big softy... under the poorly managed trauma, at least.

• HE UNDERSTANDS, AT THE END, THAT WHAT HE’S DONE IS WRONG. He’s not all flowers and sunshine about it, either - in the bad ending he realizes he’s become the villain, and not only accepts his death but smiles at you as if to encourage your actions. In the neutral ending he actively says that hurting you would be “wrong of [him]”, and in the good ending, if you agree to be his friend, he somewhat disbelievingly says “a real friend… after everything i’ve done to you…”

• Related to the last one: His amazement at your friendship, combined with the bullying documented in the diary, suggests that he’s never had many friends. In the last PSA, you see a picture of Kamal labeled “friend :-)”, suggesting they either used to be close or that Habit got attached. (I don’t think Kamal really hates him, but with how mad he got at him for so long, I’m not sure how close they actually were).

• In the good ending, it’s suggested that Boris left the Habitat and became a florist! At the very end of the credits, no less - you see Habit surrounded by plants, grinning ear to ear, holding a lil flower pot in his hands. If not a florist, then he’s at least getting to work with plants! (Good on him!!)

• On that note: in the bad ending, you see the same shot at the end of the credits, but with Boris just missing. You know, because you killed him. The game pretty heavily goes against that ending and repeatedly tells you that there’s another way.

• His favorite color is orange, according to his tweets! That’s not a ground breaker, it’s just cute. 

• He’s canonically 37, but his knowledge of the internet seems to be... mixed. On one hand, he knows enough to program his own website - and on the other, in the good ending he asks you to email him. (I don’t know a soul who uses email anymore.) BUT he does tweet! So maybe at the time of the ending he just doesn’t have a phone. We have no way to know.

Edit: Several people have informed me that the game takes place in the 90′s, which would explain why he uses email! Considering his tweets are (apparently?) canon and take place before Flower Kid, the timeline may be more or less ambiguous - but as far as I know it’s canonically in the 90′s.

• The Habitat is canonically in the USA, according to his twitter. Considering the developers said he has a Russian accent, perhaps his parents are immigrants. Again - no way to know for sure.

• In the tutorial, the pre-ending, and Boris’ photograph (if you take one), he appears as nothing but a red-eyed shadow that quite frankly looks demonic. In the game, the camera is used to show people's true selves (most dominantly with Trencil, where taking his photo reveals him as a vampire). Considering vampires exist in this universe, we can take Boris’ photo and assume he’s… at least not fully human. Exactly what he is, however, we don’t know.

• Boris created the Carlas, and it’s suggested that he cares for them. Each of them refer to him as “dad” or “father”, expressing concern for his mental wellbeing and even recognizing his diary pages. (In fact, you get one of the diary pages from a Carla, who says Boris stored it inside her!) The fortune telling Carla even recognizes the Tooth Lily and understands how rare it is - knowledge that, according to Habit, only he knows.

• Randy says that Habit smells like “loose change”, suggesting that the metallic smell of laughing gas clings to him. Apparently he and Habit butt heads - Habit told him he couldn’t smell like pickles, and in his tweets he calls Randy “smelly”. In the same tweet he also admits to crying because Randy told him he smelled like loose change, so maybe he’s just holding a grudge.

• Habit doesn’t seem to be very tactful. He manages to tick off a few of the Habiticians, most prominently Kamal, who Habit says has “sepia toned teeth”. If you ask the Habiticians in question, they’ll suggest that he’s plain rude - but considering his character, it’s more likely that he’s just unintentionally blunt.

• Habit is trusting, even before the good ending. This is mostly displayed by his tweets. He clicks an ad for free lasagna and gets a computer virus, buys a fake set of X-Ray glasses from Gerry (and wears them all day despite not being able to see!), someone stole quiches (presumably from his office) without him noticing, and in another tweet he said he ate an apple pie that tasted like rat poison! He expresses concern about the poison, but the way he wrote it suggests he ate the whole pie! He trusts people nearly to the point of naivety, despite the broken philosophy in his boss battle.

• It’s very heavily suggested that Habit is hurting for attention and interaction. In the good ending, despite knowing he’s just hurt you, he’s desperate enough to ask to be your friend (and not only surprised, but ecstatic if you say yes). In the same ending, kissing him is enough to completely snap him out of his breakdown and sober him up - right after flustering him immensely, of course. In one of his tweets, too, he accidentally admits that sometimes he wants kisses. Considering his childhood, it’s more than likely he’s really touch starved. 

• It’s really easy to make him cry. Several of the Habiticians mention him crying, and Habit even mentions crying in some of his tweets. On the other hand, he gets excited really easy, too. Basically, it seems he’s prone to feeling any emotion really strongly. 

• Habit canonically loves to draw and is good at it. In-game, he illustrates himself all over the walls of the Habitat. Usually they’re peppy, fun, somewhat childish drawings, but once you get to his office and the areas near it, you start to see some... really disturbing illustrations.

• Finally, my favorite: his hair. Aside from the obvious fact that it’s really long, in one of his tweets he’s distressed because he’s “drowning in it”. There’s no conclusions to be drawn here except that his hair’s awesome.

[puppyluver256]

I was originally gonna make a more wholesome pic for showing off BYS Boris's aunt, but I'unno, I was feeling some heavier stuff was more appropriate. I'll be fine, dw, got a lot of lighthearted stuff planned and it generally helps brighten things.

If there's one thing keeping young Boris from tumbling down the same terrible road as his canon counterpart, it's the fact that in this AU he had someone in his corner early on. Say hello to Aunt Carla, and yes, she is basically what I've done with the carnival attendants. Clearly we've caught the both of them on a very very VERY bad day, but outside of this situation Aunt Carla is just as whimsical and friendly as her paper counterparts, running a flower shop that Boris has always admired and eventually gets to help out in. She's also fiercely protective of any children in her family. And she's not letting her brother-in-law's assault and her sister's negligence to continue any more.

Some quirks about Aunt Carla wrt the weird eye and differently colored arms: Aunt Carla is a witch! There's magic coming in from Boris's mother's side, and while his mother either didn't get much or didn't use it a lot, Carla got a lot and has used it almost every day. It's mostly focused in her right eye, and unfortunately using it as frequently as she has caused some side effects. Namely her natural arms both kind of deteriorated after some big magic bursts. But she can't just get a regular prosthetic replacement, no no, this is Carla we're talking about, a modern day witch needs something magic for something that would otherwise be mundane. So she got a friend who's real good with origami to fold her some forearms and she operates them just like her old arms by channeling a bit of magic through them (not enough to kick off more deterioration...yet). They can't lift too much heavy stuff on their own, or at least not in quick succession, and large amounts of water is kind of a big risk (which provides some...unique difficulties for a florist by trade), so she does use magic for everyday lifting and watering a bit more frequently than she used to. But it's worth it :D

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[Image Description: A digital illustration of a young Boris Habit (from Smile For Me) hiding behind an adult woman who somewhat resembles him. Boris is a boy with green skin, long curly red hair, and red eyes with yellow sclera. He is wearing an orange button-up shirt and pink striped pants. There is blood pouring from his nose and mouth as he cries, and one of his teeth are missing. He is staring off into the distance with a panicked expression. The woman has green skin, short dark red hair, one dark red eye, and one pale beige eye with a swirled pupil. Her arms are prosthetics that appear to be made from folded paper. She is wearing a teal sweater with a light teal collar and sleeve cuffs, a teal choker necklace with a dark red circle attached, and dark red pants. She is looking at whatever Boris is looking at, but with a sneer of justified malice rather than sheer panic. Boris has his arms around the woman's waist, and she is holding him protectively. End ID.]

[kamalbestbuy]

Better Habits

a Smile For Me fanfic

Relationship: Habismal (Habit + Kamal) Friendship

Genre: Hurt/comfort x2

Setting: either post-pacifist ending or post-neutral ending where only the kiss is given.

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20501333

Who is he now? 'Boris Habit' doesn't seem to fit anymore. The peck of the florist had clearly traveled up, up, up to his nasty brain and planted seeds of clarity, yet he simultaneously finds himself more confused than he'd been in years.

So much time and effort dedicated to a faulty dream. His dream, his identity. All of it, his fault. But now he knows the best thing to do now is to accept his wrongs and try to make the world a better place despite himself.

Yes. That's what Boris Habit would do.

So why can't he find the will to move?

A noise draws his ears as soon as he thinks that and he slowly moves his gaze toward the sight of familiar shoes and pants. The footsteps don't stutter or hesitate in their path to where Habit's slumped against a wall.

Well, it did make sense for Kamal to keep an eye on the kid that stayed behind, and the sound of Martha's chugging is noticeably gone too.

After the kid had headed straight to his elevator, Habit figured there had to have been a plan proposed by the only one who knows how to access his office and wasn't stuck behind a hole. For all the fretting that came from the guy, Kamal has always struck him as more grounded than him.

Kamal is so smart and kind.

Kamal is so close by. No more footsteps.

The dentist takes a deep breath and finally looks up at his face.

His arms are crossed. The image of the stern-slash-nervous assistant brings on a wave of nostalgic fondness. Almost painful in light of everything happening between them. However, there was one thing that surprises Habit, and that's Kamal's eyes.

"How do you feel?"

No glaring. Weary and critical, but nothing as hard as hate.

"Also, do you like, still feel aligned with the Habitat's purpose at all?"

"No, not at all." Tears are budding at the corners of the dentist’s eyes. "But, Kamal... why does someone like you want to talk to me instead of, say, running away as soon as you turned Martha off?"

Kamal nods. "Well, I figured you’d change your mind, though it wouldn’t hurt to hear it in your own words... but that didn't answer my first question, Habit. I'll answer yours later."

Assertiveness from a nervous assistant… he deserves that. Right. 

Habit's eyelids droop to a close.

"I feel stretched apart to the seams,” he whispers. “I do not know what parts of me to care about, which to throw away and which to keep. Who I should be."

"That… is very vague."

Unbeknownst to Habit, Kamal fiddles with the bottom of his shirt despite the stern tone he kept. "Can you elaborate?"

"I don't know. It's like... I wasted many years to a bad cause. So if I now want to “make up” for lost efforts, I should want to act more like the florist since that helps create smiles, yes? Yet I'm so tired. I want to leave it up to them." Habit brings his knees up to his chest and lowers his head without much effort. Sleep creeps closer the more he thinks about what's causing the hole in his chest.

There's a pause in the conversation as Kamal thinks it over. 

Suddenly the two men startle and glance toward the direction of the elevator as it chirrups its arrival back up. They exchange wide-eyed looks. 

"O-oh." Kamal clears his throat. "I pressed the button in preparation before coming in."

Right. The kid's definitely gone by now. Now there's just a criminal dentist and a heroic assistant.

The strange situation coupled with said criminal dentist's vulnerable expression seems to get to Kamal and he snorts. 

Then sighs.

"You... say you aren't feeling up to your evil deeds anymore," comes a reply as he goes to lean against the wall next to his former boss.

"That's good. But, Habit... you were venting. Like. A long drawn out vent to someone whose quarter-set of teeth you yanked out just a few moments ago. And then you say you don't want to help people just 'cause you think you're not up to the job. Those facts sound seriously bad, so I-I'm telling you 'cause I hope they'd sunk in."

Habit flinches. He hadn't even noticed about the venting, it had all spilled out of him without much push. A sudden dread propels a whirlwind of thoughts to clutter his mind, all with the theme of 'maybe the horrible-ness is ingrained too deeply at this point and I'll keep hurting people's smiles'. 

He couldn't nor wouldn't defend his actions, nor could he remove the word-blocking lump in his throat. So. Just a nod.

"Buuut... hey, look at me you big lug."

The dentist reluctantly obeys.

Kamal stares at him, then gives the whole room a brief glance (resting heavily on the 'No Hitting' posters) before coming back to bore into Habit himself. "But. You acknowledge you aren't free of guilt and said you'd commit to getting better, and that's also a thing. Plus, evil-you did have the sense to administer anaesthetics, and you did help put their teeth back in place… somehow. Thank god for your mushiness."

With a shaky finger, Habit sweeps a tear away. "S-so, then, I'm not going bad again?"

"Nah, you're not perfect but the apology I overheard sounds about fine. Your plan to betterment sounds about right to a non-expert like me, though even if it's not it's still a definite step in the right direction. You've got opportunities to correct it anyway. A-and... it's fine to want to get away from all this for a while, so much went down and you deserve a rest. Physically and emotionally."

Kamal's grin is small and shaky, yet in Habit’s eyes it lights up the room. "That's a... 'healthy'? 'Heroic'--no, 'happiness'. A Happiness Fact."

Too overwhelmed to speak, Habit comes up close and--lending ample time for the other to move away--hesitantly pulls the shorter man into a firm hug. A muffled squeak burrows into his thick coat.

Fireworks go off in his chest. Oh, Kamal. So small and worried yet so brave and grounded. Flower Kid had been the same, too... they're beyond good friends to him and he'll do his BEST to help them and his head is spinning with every good thing he could possibly say about them ever, but for now Habit just loosens his hug, taps Kamal's shoulder, and gazes into those questioning eyes as he says,

"It's called a Happiness Fakt."

"That's what I said?" A laugh spills out, lilted high in what Habit recognises as relief.

Well, of course--that shouldn't be a surprise to him. His assistant is brave, but in the end Kamal was still confronting an unstable jerk after so much time trying to avoid him.

"Um." Kamal's amusement sobers curiously quick when he sees the dentist giving him a tender look. "So... a-and of course you've gotta apologise to the habiticians, which I can make time for helping you with if necessary. Though you'll probably do fine."

'Wait', Habit thinks. 'Before that though. Before all of that.'

He acts without thinking, abruptly pulling away from the embrace. Only to kneel and hold the other's hands in his, to Kamal's visible shock.

"I should've said this before hugging you. I'm deeply sorry for the hurtful things I did and said to you, and I wouldn't mind helping you when I can. Thank you for sticking with me despite it all, Kamal."

Kamal's body turns to stone with the exception of his gaze flitting back and forth from his hands to Habit's.

"W... wow, look at you, being on your path to virtuous living... by the way, you knelt down so fast that your hat fell. S'right there."

A nervous energy radiates from him as he turns away to take the hat off the floor, then faces the dentist with a faraway frown.

His fingers caress the leather brim of the hat thoughtfully. "I appreciate the apology, doctor. Honestly, I... don't think I can accept it yet? Though that doesn't change my decision ‘cause I've been believing that you've got good intentions, it’s just that the methods for those intentions are weird and downright violent. Manipulative and, and… well. Fuckin' scary."

Habit looks away, propping up a neutral but not un-kind expression.

"But now that you're trying to get better my belief is confirmed... that florist led you to the right path, something I now want to help with too. So it makes sense to 'stick' with you... or at least to check on you constantly. If I can somehow make your recovery smoother."

"Call me Boris."

Blinking slowly, Kamal locks eyes with the other man. "I... Whah?"

Boris has a tiny beam on his face and a painful yet good feeling in his heart. "I swear that I'm not taking your feelings or the gravity of what I did lightly and I'll try harder to show that. I... I get now, that I made you frightened of speaking your mind. It must have taken much of your determination to do what you did, and that's unfair because you're allowed to be against me! Because anybody would be a hundred percent justified in not forgiving me. Or even just helping me, you're not obligated to do that at all. Thank you.

"See, even now you've helped so much." He lets out a weary chuckle. It's Kamal's turn to look away this time. "Yet I've been calling you by your first name for so long… you deserve my first name at this point! Especially if you'll be around."

Kamal doesn't instantly reply, once again deep in thought. His furrowed expression isn't one of hurt, distrust, or anything bad as far as Boris can make out. Hopefully.

He straightens up and once again glances toward the elevator's direction. 

"You’ve done great," Boris repeats.

Actually, he's still lost in a way. He doesn't know what matters most about the person he is, should, or will be. Or what he'll do to help the world.

And to know he isn't forgiven hurts like a dagger, even if he himself doesn’t forgive his actions yet--it makes him wonder who else won't forgive him.

However... the future feels more tangible now. Almost like he could make it out of the dreary present without crashing and burning. He could ask about himself later when he's got energy for a conversation like that. And he won't run away from his issues, not with Kamal, the Flower Kid, and several others Boris could ask help from. Even if he doesn't know who the others will be yet.

Plus, not being forgiven doesn't mean he can't find help! Even if Kamal and the others can't or - justifiably - won't help him later on, there's others that can. Boris gently takes his hat while still wearing a smile, his lightheartedness rising as Kamal's face slowly begins to ease up too.

The old Habit spiralled down thinking he was the only person who could bring about his dream. One last big mistake if he could help it.

"See you later, Kamal."

"...I mean, I'm going down too, Boris you dummy.'' Kamal snorts again, shaking his head as he walks past Boris to the elevator. A corner of his mouth is quirked upward. "Let's go together, yeah?"

There's laughter bubbling in his chest as he goes after Kamal. 

"Of course! :-)"

[a-little-ray-of-fantasy]

Favorite Character (24/???)

Boris Habit (”Smile for Me”, 2019)

“So many frowling faces have turned tipsy-turvy-tupside down! May-B you are the next? ;;; -)” 

Welcome and hello to this brand new year, no! New decade! I really hope it’s filled with good experiences and smiles for each and everyone of you! And, speaking of smiles, I recall that it’s a certain dentist’s birthday, isn’t it? I figured that he deserves a proper post about him to celebrate since, my gosh, he deserves it!

This is Boris Habit, and he’s certainly a character! On a surface level, this guy seems incredibly cheerful and goofy, who only wants to see everyone with a smile on their face, and that’s why he created a specific place (the Habitat) so that any frowny person could be there and finally cheer up. But how are they able to be cheered up, you might ask? Well, for the doc, the answer is simple:  they just have to hold on to their frowns until the”Big Event” starts, so that a certain machine named Martha will finally make everyone smile!

…said machine looks like a woman’s grinning lips that emits laughing gas, which is also highly hallucinogen.

…uhm, ok then?

That’s not all: Habit has a way to observe everything from his place, and everyday he’s ready to greet everyone with PSAs presented by his puppet, and if you happen to stay outside during curfew he makes sure that you’ll find yourself in bed while he’ll read you a story!

…a story where he very passive-agressively tells you that bad things are bound to happen if anyone behaves badly…

He does seem like he cares for the wellbeing of his Habiticians (as he calls them), and yet he also wants to be the only one to make them smile, and even then, he seems to believe that, unless he uses Martha and the laughing gas, they’re lost causes. He deeply resents people who are sad, because, according to him, sad people don’t deserve to have their teeth, so, in order to make sure that people do get to smile, he also makes sure to take away teeth from those people so to make his smile the biggest one ever, one that could cheer everyone in the world!  

And that’s why he has… three rows of teeth… and considering his unusually sharp fingers and his dark silhouette it’s really hard to tell if he’s completely human.

So, long story short, Habit is not as happy as he makes out to be: while he’s genuinely a bit silly, he’s still haunted by terrible episodes from his childhood: he was once a sweet child who loved flowers and genuinely wanted to make people happy by becoming a florist, but his sad parents, especially his father, didn’t want any of it; he was forced to become a doctor, he was physically abused (so much so that he got beat up from his dad when he got caught kissing his favorite lily: it got so bad that Habit lost at least one tooth), he constantly got teased by people, especially by a girl named Martha…

Despite all of this he still wanted to make people smile, but at the same time all this pain took a deep toll to his sanity, and by the time he started building the Habitat, he only got worse: he drove away two of his best workers with mean comments and maniacal attitude towards the machine, he made sure to destroy any seed that could remind him of his childhood, he cries whenever his singer tries to break her contract with him, has decorated the walls with self portraits, which some are child-like and sweet, and others in his studio that are pretty disturbing (for the record, he’s being depicted crying, with several teeth missing, in a very frantic art style, as if he was drawing in a middle of a breakdown), he broke his diary and used its pages to create paper people named Carla, who consider him their father and are aware that he hasn’t been happy in a while.

In the game, the way to snap him out to reality are linked to his childhood:

- Punch him: His place is filled with “No Punching” signs, as if he still remembers how he got beat up by his dad. Punch him too many times and you'll push him outside and make him fall, basically killing him, to which he sadly accepts, all of his mistakes being clear to him and he’s more than ready to end it all over.

- Kiss him: Last time Habit recieved any kind of affection was from his flower, his Lily. so it’s safe to say he’s REALLY affection starved, so much so that, should you give him a kiss, he’ll be completely shocked and confused.

- Give him the Tooth Lily: if you manage to obtain a Tooth Lily by following the instructions in his teared up diary, he’ll be reminded of the childhood he hated being reminded of up until now, and he’ll be amazed that, despite everything he did to you (teeth pulling included), you want to be friend; the certainty that you’ll be able to bring smiles to everyone will be enough for him to sincerely be happy for the first time in forever, and he’ll finally be able to persue his dream of taking care of plants, which can only mean that, whatever may happen, he’s finally taking steps towards a better life.

In any case, the moment Habit regains his sanity he acts in a much calmer tone: his reactions are less exaggerated and forced, and are instead incredibly soft and almost shy, which only highlight just how much the pain shaped his behaviour in something unnatural. When you hear Kamal saying that “he’s kind of a big softie”, he’s very much right.

So, I like Boris Habit because he walks a fine line between unnervingly creepy and wholesomely soft: you start the game being terrifyied of this doctor that sees everything and yanks teeth, you end the game wanting him to get the therapy he deserves so he can finally be happy. Behind all the weird grins and smiley emojis, there’s a sweet man who didn’t deserve all that abuse from his parents. Also as a bonus, he’s pretty dang smart since he built an entire place by himself, knows how to make robots and knows his way when it comes to social media, and yet he’s the kind of person who would eat uncooked pasta or get his hand stuck in the mayo jar; ditzy genius much? ^^

In a way, Habit succeeded: he wanted to make everyone smile, and, judging by the number of fans who came to love him and wish only good things for him, well, that’s definitely something to celebrate!

Happy Birthday, Boris: don’t ever lose your smile.

[sirpibbles-blog]

Smile For Me,  Dr. Habit/Flower

My first fic ever, like ever. So I'm sorry if it's bad!

Damn that got dark. I just love this tooth man.

THIS IS PURE SIN

Warning: Bad end Dr. Habit

TW: kidnapping, drugging, yandere-ish behavior

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The constant dull buzzing of the overhead lights was a reminder of your situation. You can’t tell how much time has passed since you woke up here. The sun’s slow descent from the sky was evident from the window.

Minutes? Hours?

He had never left you alone so long before. The anticipation was as painful as the silence.

Most days he couldn’t keep himself off you. His constant jittery mannerisms combined with a non-stop need to control was something you’d gotten used to. 

 Dr. Boris Habit’s habitat became your home less than a month ago. You were a skilled florist, always enamored with flowers. Something about them never failed to make people smile.

The vibrant hues of nature seemingly worked as a natural remedy for sadness, and you knew just how to use them. Arrangements of bright pastel roses could melt hearts and thaw hate.

And still after all this, you ended up here.

Flowers couldn’t fix your crippling debt, your studio apartment, or the emptiness in your heart. The once vibrant and color-filled life you lead was slowly fading. Getting out of bed became a hardened struggle. Waking up only to see the dim greys cloud your vision was unbearable.  Even when continuing to care for your flowers, you knew that you couldn’t live like this.

So you called The Habitat.

The ads were.. unique to say the least. Bright colors and enthusiastic advertisement caught your eye and the eyes of many others. People like you had been sold on the idea of “finding their smiles” through whatever miracle therapy Dr. Habit was offering.

And now you were stuck. Alone. Strapped down tight to a dentist’s chair. Waiting for the madman to come back and do whatever he pleased with your helpless body.

As if on cue, the metal doors behind you began to creak open, screaming on their hinges.

“FLOWER, DID YOU MIS ME!!? : - ) ”.

While you were unable to turn around and see, that booming voice made who it was more than apparent. 

“I’M SORRY FLOWER,, I was Away far too long : , - (  ”.

After hearing the light clinking of glass behind you, two large encumbering arms wrapped around from the back of the chair to squeeze your small form.

It was a treatment you had gotten used to, even if it was unwelcome.

“DON T WORRY MY SWEETS,  I pro mise I’ll make it Up to you ; - ) ”. He sang and gave you another hardy squeeze before stepping back to circle you. His eyes traced your form as he walked, an ear to ear grin stretched thin on his face. 

Keeping his eyes trained on yours, Habit digs one of his hands into a lab coat pocket revealing a tiny glass vial. A murky pink liquid glistens from inside the glass. 

“Did you no tice you haven t been Smiling, Flower??”. The doctor swirls the shining liquid to his own rhythm. "Be cause... Ive noticed" Habit sways as his honeyed voice softens. “SO I got you a PRES-ENT!!” He adoringly coos before taking a syringe from the office countertop. Habit's syringe sucks the viscous fluid up from it's vial.

“You will be so habby, Flower : - ) . This will Make you so hapby. I wa nt to see You smile for me my dear.”  

“I N E E D TO SEE YOU SMILE FOR ME” …

A long hand grips the flesh of your arm, caging you in between the chair and Habit’s sturdy frame.

“Do nt worry-worry, Flower.. You Wont hurt t for long : - ) .” The needle pushes into your soft flesh, guided by his steady hand. Habit softly coos sweet nothings against your cheek as he drains the needle deep into your veins.

It burned. A deep burning that spread through your entire body. The pain had you writhing in his arms, but he held on tighter. With Habit’s form constricting you to a bone breaking hug, you had no choice but to endure it. Your heartbeat slowed after a moment. The rampant beating it once paced was now a dulling thump in your chest. 

As your breathing slowed to the rhythm of your heart, Habit knowingly leans his forehead against yours. The strength in your limbs was lost, now limp against your captor.

“SSHh my little Lily.. let Me see that lov-ely~ SMILE!” Habit begs as room blurs. You’re too weak to resist as a long gloved finger prods your plush lips. After a moment of tracing the plump flesh, the appendage pushes into your mouth. His eyes burn into yours, studying your face intently as he curiously pokes around. The long finger traces the outlines of your molars, slowly and adoringly. He hums proudly, letting, go of your arms and shifting to caress your face with his free hand. 

You weakly gag as he presses his digit into your saliva-soaked throat. Your eyes tear up and your vision flickers more violently than before. You can barely register Habit removing his finger from your violated mouth before suckling on it himself.

The last thing you remember are his words before smashing his lips against yours with an aggressive thrust. An invading tongue explores your mouth with passionate vigor. He circles your canines before sucking hard on your teeth, draining the air from your lungs. Sleep's heavy embrace had never been so inviting.

“you're mine Now, Flower.. and you'll smile for me.... Just for Me~”

 : - )

[hadaldemon]

I saw some photos of characters from Smile for me made into sims and I really love the idea so, I wanted to try it too!

I tried first with Boris Habit and I really had so much fun dressing him up. I’m pretty habby about how he turned out as a sim :D the only BUT I have is the hair, I wish the game had longer hairstyles (I tried to install mods but almost every one were incompatible ;_; well i didn’t try many :V maybe 5? and then gave up)

Everyday clothes:

Your everyday Habit.

Formal clothes:

Not the best but i like it.

Pyjamas:

This is my headcanon now, you can’t convince me that he doesn’t wear this when he goes to sleep.

Sportswear:

Bonus points if you know what i tried to acomplish ;)

Halloween Party clothes:

hhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... i̸'̵m̸ ̴g̴e̵t̵t̵i̸n̸g̵ ̷B̴a̷b̷a̸d̷o̵o̷k̴ ̵v̵i̷b̶e̷s̴.

Bathing suit:

*sweats* ...that shirt was necessary. (seriously, this game needs more hair, even body hair)

Hot weather clothes:

Silly hat to protect his pretty head.

Soviet Cold weather clothes:

C O M R A D E,  S H A R E   U R   T E E T H

even more silly clothes down

D E N T ' S T

When he finally becomes a florist (the apron, the hat, the boots... it was too perfect to not make him wear it)

The prettiest tooth fairy (I can’t look at it without giggling like a madman pls it was 3am and I swear I could fucking wake up my entire building with my ugly laughter) (I don’t want to imagine how flower kid would react if he comes to their bedroom at night for their teeth dressed like that)

*nervous giggling* ...what if...

Trying to remake some outfits from the game...

[max15380]

Lob Corp Habit

So a bit back when @ride6artblog had a SFM art stream we started talking about an Abnormality Habit and today I decided to design them!

Ok well not really design more think of a concept for how he’d be like in the game

O-19-57

Dr. Boris Habis/The ‘Dent’est

“I want the whole world 2 smile and b happy! :-D”

Risk Level: HE/WAW (HE in containment, WAW in breach)

Damage Type: White (can also deal Black damage if breach occurs)

E.G.O Items: Tooth Lily

‘You get the feeling of a dream that had been constantly crushed and buried over and over again’

Gift: Brooch 1, SP + 5, HP + 5

Suit: 0.9 Red, 1.0 Black, 0.5 White, 1.5 Pale

Weapon: Short Range, White Damage, Medium Attack Speed, 2-3

A dentist who had dreamt to be a florist, and came from a family who never smiled. After being constantly pressured and suffering through the horrible conditions at his home, he all but abandoned his dream of becoming a florist and became a dentist. Over the years, the dentist became more and more unstable, until they snapped, and gained a twisted idea.

“If I smile big enough, maybe I can get have everyone be happy!”

The dentist opened up an area for people to become ‘happy’ again, only to use a giant machine to put laughing gas through the air and stealing their teeth while they were unconscious, all to make his smile bigger in an attempt to try and make everyone happy.

Some say, in another world, a young flower child made them realize the error of their ways. Unfortunately, there was no flower child in this tale.

He stands in his containment, waiting for his next ‘patient’, while conversing with a single Lily in his room. The small remainder of what used to be his life’s dream.

[calls-for-kins]

aaa for the rate my kin: aunt may from the mcu, boris habit from smile for me, the emcee from cabaret? sorry if that’s 2 man-ee? :,-3

Not too many at all~ lemme tear into this!

So, Aunt May. Idk much at all about the MCU, but in any iteration that I’ve ever known her: Aunt May is super cool and sweet and deserves the world. Hands-down:

Boris Habit:

I know Vaguely of Boris/SFM and I keep telling myself I’ll play it one day (but not today as I [goes on yet another SDV binge]! Someone once told me he should have just... Been allowed to be a florist, and that would have solved everything. And I can vibe w that, I love florists and characters that love flowers; by the sounds of it from the blips I read on the wiki, shit was rough for him for a lot of his life. And then he went kinda apeshit and stole some teeth. Gotta say: I’m a little conflicted about that. On one hand, I’m like “5) Fuck you, Dr. Habit, teeth thief”, but on the other, I’m like... Can I just sit him down with some flowers and let him heal some. Is that an option? Anyways,

I think his design is neat. I think the Teeth Crimes need to dial back, and maybe whatever else is going on, but hey!

Emcee:

I couldn’t find much on this’ne--sorry about that! But from the images I found, Emcee looks super spunky, and I gotta say, based on visuals, another rating of:

[leonidas-writes]

Flowers

Dr. Habit was a creature of, well, habit. He'd wake up, eat breakfast, brush his teeth, and set out to make adjustments to the habitat, make it something friendlier. Flower would drop by at nine thirty, offer what help they could, give him a coffee, and then be off to open their shop. So when nine thirty came and went, he was starting to get anxious.

"Kamal? Can you look after everything? Flower has me worried. It isn't like them to be late..."

"You got it, Habit." The dentist gave a grateful smile, and walked out of the habitat, headed toward the florist's shop. He got there, quietly entered, looked around. Footsteps drew his attention to Flower, looking disheveled and taking a moment to register who he was, giving a small smile as they waved.

"Flower! You look terrible!" He walked over, grabbed their shoulders, looked them over. "Did you sleep at all last night?" A guilty shake of the head. "Alright, close the store. You're coming to the habitat and at least taking a nap." They chuckled, nodding, and went into the back, grabbing their scarf and wrapping it around their neck, hiding a good bit of the bottom half of their face as well. They flipped the sign, and the two walked out, Flower locking the door behind them. They let him take their hand and pull them toward the habitat. "You really must take better care of yourself. Oh! I heard that Nat and Trencil are actually coming by to visit today, maybe help a bit." Flower brightened at the mention of the vampire and his daughter, and even if he couldn't see their mouth, he knew they were smiling.

*

When they'd woken from their nap, curled up on Tif's old bed, they could hear laughter and shouting. The shouting didn't sound angry. They slowly, reluctantly pulled themself out of bed, getting up and taking a moment to make sure they looked awake before going downstairs. Trencil and Kamal were laughing as they watched Boris try to climb the lounge after Nat, who was wearing one of his coats (entirely too large for her) and a wig, talking in an over the top accent about how much he owed the Flower, his best friend, the only person that really understood him. They couldn't help their smile, even as they dashed up to the roof, pulled out a bag of seeds, and chucked them at her. The startled yelp as they smacked into her face had everyone laughing, and Trencil looked up.

"Lilith! Come down and join us, won't you?" They nodded, and began down the stairs, missing the confusion and quiet questions of the others. When they got down, Nat was on the ground again, seed packet in her pocket, and handing the jacket back. Her eyes caught on Lilith.

"Why does my dad know your actual name? Are you sleeping with my dad?" Immediately Lilith and Kamal broke into laughter, Lilith's so hard they went silent with it, waving their hands wildly in front of themself.

"Nat!" Trencil looked horrified, and at his expression, Nat broke down too, cackling. Boris smiled, he liked watching his friends be happy. "We've done no such thing! Frankly, I'm appalled by your lack of tact." Lilith was starting to calm down, and then looked at Trencil's expression and broke down laughing again, a bright sound. "What, the idea of sleeping with me is so hilarious?" They shook their head, taking a few quick breaths to try and settle themself, still laughing a bit, pointing into the air with both hands and then crossing them over their chest. Boris's gaze sharpened, but they barely noticed, eyes wet with tears of mirth. And then he was moving forward, and they sobered at his expression, tilting their head. He gently gripped their shoulders.

"You didn't come here on a whim. You needed help, like everyone else." Their eyes widened a bit and they dropped their shoulders so they could take a couple steps back. Their laughter was gone, now, they didn't wanna have this conversation. It was Nat who darted forward before any of the adults could speak, grabbing their forearm.

"We're gonna go graffiti the roof. Later, losers." She started pulling them up the stairs, and they followed silently. When they reached the roof, she shut the door and sat against it. "I'm not gonna make you talk about it. Sit, take a minute to breathe." They nodded, sat against the wall a couple feet away, pulling their knees to their chest. A few moments passed. "You look like shit." A sharp laugh, and they smiled at her.

"Habit thinks so." Their voice was quiet and rough from disuse. She shifted a bit closer, held a hand out to them. They shifted the rest of the way to take her hand, and they sat like that for a while. "Thank you, Nat." She nodded, smiling.

"...Hey, why does my dad know your name?" They chuckled.

"Because he's weird and dug into my actual city files." It was Nat's turn to laugh, shaking her head.

"What a creep." Lilith nodded, closing their eyes. "I'm gonna yell at him, he can still hear me. HEY DAD! YOU'RE CREEPY!"

"Comes with the undeath!" A soft laugh drew Nat's attention, and she stiffened a bit as her friend leaned against her. She slowly relaxed, huffing.

"You're so lame." An arm wrapped around their shoulders kept them from pulling away from the teen. "Seeking comfort? Only nerds do that." Lilith nodded a bit. "I mean, especially from like, your best friend. That's so dumb." A small smile graced their lips under the scarf, and they fell asleep to muttered "complaints" about how they were so uncool.

*

Go check out Smile For Me, very good game. Love that doctor idiot. Anyways, people always have a reason for going to the habitat. Whether it's following family, or wanting help. For me, Flower falls into the latter.

[thethrillof]

s4m little ficlet thing i guess

not intended 2 be ship w/ my flower kid but w/e 

Their hands are rough. They can tell it startles Dr. Habit the first time he touches them, pulling them up after they trip and land hard on the ground, then yanking back like his own got burnt.

They can’t tell him why without their notebook—he hasn’t learned enough of sign language for them to explain clearly—so instead, they just hold their hands out, palms up, for him to look. Which he does, stooping slightly.

“…Are…you o-kay, Flower Child?” he asks after a long, long moment, angling his eyes away. A familiar happening; a simple thing can remind him of bad things he’s done, or that happened to him, leaving him withdrawn and guilt-ridden.

They nod quickly. They’re fine! After another moment, they press their hands closer, ignoring how he pulls back slightly (it makes him feel worse when they acknowledge it, so they try not to. it’s hard) and move their fingers in a grabby motion.

Hesitation.

The Flower Child ends up taking matters into their own hands by grabbing one of his, setting the tips of his fingers on their palm.

It’s their turn to startle, then, when it leaves a slight prickle of pain.

“Flower Child!” he yelps, but they close their hand so he can’t get away. Grimly, while he freezes, they shake their head. They have a point, here, and they want to make it before he can throw himself into another self-destructive spiral.

They open their hand, slow, slow, making sure he won’t try to get away. Above them, his teeth are showing in a hint of nervous grimacing.

Carefully, they move his one hand with their other one, tracing his claws over their palm. Moving them upward, pressing over the length of their fingers. Stopping once their fingertips are all touching each other. None of it’s smooth, with him catching bumps on their skin; new callouses, old scars.

“…What happ-ened?” Boris is quiet.

They press their hand against his fully. Not palm-to-palm, since his fingers were too long for that, but their fingers were touching all of his. They gesture, loosely, to the Lily in the front pocket of his new coat; then at the bouquet they left resting on the floor.

“Flowers? Flowers did that?”

Nod.

Boris looks stricken.

But their eyes are crinkled and happy.

“…I do not understand what you’re trying to say,” he says. “But I know it’s. Some-thing important.”

They slide their fingers between his without warning until they’re woven together.  Nod, nod.

“About…your…flower hands. And…about me?” This isn’t the first time they’ve stopped everything to try something, shifting something simple into a learning experience. It always relates to him, or something he needs.

“Your hands…aren’t soft.” Nod, nod. “The flowers hurt them.” More nodding, and a hand-squeeze that makes him blink and look away again.

“You still--you’re a florist. You’re still a florist. You still…like the flowers.”

Yes! Exactly!

“You don’t hate them. Or me. Even though we’ve messed up.”

Messed up when they first met. Messed up before they knew how it worked, knew what was going on, knew how to handle things effectively. It happens when learning how to work with sharp leaves and thorny stems.

That’s too tough to explain without words. It’s good enough of a start.

“And,” he keeps going unexpectedly, “Your hands are messed up. But you still use them. And show them. So they’re not bad, either?” Like his smile.

Warmth floods their chest. Yes, that too. They squeeze his hand again, and he smiles, real and crooked.

When they return to going about their day, Flower Child doesn’t let go of his hand, and Boris doesn’t try to pull away.

[marthasteeth]

[ Since returning home from their last encounter, Boris has been filled with many things- none of them good or nice. He needed to get rid of some of this emotion, like blowing off steam. And so he sent in flowers. Orange lillies; symbolizing hatred and resentment and other nasty things. Sent with a note to the Dentist, saying,] " get bet-ore soone. pleaz & thenks "

- floristhabit

boris was a lot of things. cheerful? yes. eccentric? certainly. malicious? on occasion.

stupid? absolutely not.

is lips drew into a thin line as he stared at the vibrant bouquet on his desk. as much as denied and suppressed it, dr. habit was, in fact, very knowledgeable when it came to flora. orange lilies. they were beautiful, he would admit that, and he might be inclined to accept them...if they weren’t a floral punch in the face. hatred, pride, disdain. he was no fool when it came to flower meanings.

this guy was saying ‘fuck you’.

how frustrating. how rude. he’d let him go, hadn’t he? he could have hurt him, but he didn’t - was that a mistake, after all? he cussed under his breath, ripping the tag off of the vase and looking over it, scanning the business card for an address.

he was going to pay himself a little visit.

[shitposting-puppet]

OH!! GAUD! I HAVE ONE

I KNOW OF A GAME WITH A CHARACTER LIKE THAT!

The game is called Smile For Me, developed by: Yugo Limbo, Gabe Lane and published by LimboLane in 2019.

@biggest-gaudiest-patronuses tagging before i continue and forget-

Description under the cut because I'm probably going to start infodumping

Smile For Me is an unconventional Point-and-Click Adventure Game that puts you at the center of an abstract world where you nod or shake your head to answer questions/chat with new friends and solve their problems to cheer them up.

It has quite the colorful cast of characters, most of them having ambiguous character designs! The Player character does not have a canon description or name, and is referred to by the rest of the cast as some variation of "Flower Kid". Some examples are: "Florist's Kid," "Flower Power," "Flower Brat," "Chicken Vendor," and "Flower Sleuth."

The game takes place in the Habitat, a happiness facility created by Dr. Boris Habit, in order to help cheer people up. The people living in the Habitat are called the Habiticians, and you have a choice to either cheer up your favorite pals, or stay behind to save everyone!

I would like to mention that there is emotional baggage attatched to the characters, puppets (well, only one, but it shows up a lot), an alarming amount of teeth or references to teeth, and for one character, implied past child abuse. So please proceed with caution if you're sensitive to these things while playing.

But you want to know about the vampire, right?

Well, I should mention that there's actually two vampires in the game. Trencil Varnnia-

And his (even as Nat's gender is mostly left up to interpretation, just like most of the game, I will be using she/her pronouns) daughter, Nat Vancey.

Trencil has been living for centuries, and only had Nat 13 years ago. He's completely out of the loop when it comes to society and people, so how is he supposed to connect with his own child? It's not for a lack of trying, he's just extremely inexperienced. Instead he tries to give Nat the space she wants, and tends to his flowers instead as they "Aren't as complicated as people are"

Nat is a bit of a brat that's trying to find her own place in the world, as most teens do. She doesn't know how to talk to her father, or communicate that she cares for him. Really, they're both awful at the whole "communication" thing, but that's the same story for most of the other Habiticians.

It's up to Flower Kid to mend the bond between the father and daughter, because otherwise, it'd never happen.

I'm so confused why pop culture has focused on vampires being emo and sexy and angsty yada yada when clearly the absolutely most interesting thing about their character is the immortality. Even just completely ignoring the way they outlive their loved ones--what about the way time passes? The way the world changes itself and transforms within a meager century, and the collective consciousness forgets, but this one random individual doesn't? Or alternately, the immortal character overtime becomes unrecognizable to themself? Or they do forget, gradually, until their own past feels like a story they once read? Until all the centuries they've lived and the people they were becomes some distant tangled dream, and only the present is real? Now THAT is angst!!!

Anyway GIVE ME A VAMPIRE THAT IS CONTINUALLY UNABLE TO CONNECT TO THE WORLD due to the sheer cognitive dissonance between existing on an immortal timescale while the world around them forgets and moves unstoppably forward!!!!

[rotshop]

Anon gush about Habit Chapter 9 *after Boris has some self-doubts and I'm there for him* Boris: ... and yet I still don't know how you can love me after everything I did to you...

Anon gush about Habit Chapter 10 Me: *villain chuckle* you fool... I HAVE 70 ALTERNATIVE ACCOUNTS! YOU'LL NEVER KNOW MY MAIN! Boris: are you referring to "my Boris is the most beautiful flower in the garden"? Well, it might upset you to know that I cuddled and napped with your cat while you were still at the flower shop >:3 Me: and you didn't consider inviting me?! Then I have no choice but to punish you with tickles! You have 3 seconds to run off before I'll tickle you to death! Anon gush about Habit Chapter 11 *me and Tiff chatting at Jimothan's bar* Tiff: well I'm glad to hear that you and Boris are doing alright. Me: I want to marry him. I just.. wanna make him happy. Be together... grow a beautiful garden, you know. You feel me Tiff? You know what me and Boris have gone through. It's like... by being together we heal each other and appreciate for what we are. It's something we've been missing for a long time. I promise that I'll always be there for him! Tiff: I know Anon gush about Habit Chapter 12 *some time later* Me: well, 3 years have passed and I still love you. Boris: same, and I just can't believe how happy I am not just as a florist but also as a couple. That reminds me, I've made that pillow fortress for when we cuddle. Me: finally... a place to call a love nest! *H.dad storms in the shop*: what are you two fucking talking about?! Boris: just cuddles because, what else you do with the love of your life. Me: also we're married now. H.dad: WTF?!? Anon gush about Habit Chapter 13 *me and Boris talking on the phone* Boris: hey love! Me: hey Boris do you need anythi- H.dad: WHY ARE YOU- NO! you can't be talking to that nasty flower brat. I order you as your father to stop this at once! Boris: you're not my dad anymore! You can't tell me what to do. Leave us alone or I'll bring justice on us once and for all! *me and Boris after finding enough evidence* Me: hey guess what trash bag. You just won jail time forever >:) H.dad: ....dammit >:-[ Anon gush about Habit Chapter 14 *one year later* *wakes up after a nap and sees me still awake and thinking* Boris: hey my lily. Whatcha thinking about? Are you thinking just how lucky you are to be with me and how much happiness it brings you to see me happy? Me: more than anything that I ever thought in my entire life. Just imagine. We've been through so much since we were children and it didn't stop until we met at The Habitat, although it wasn't exactly the friendliest of encounters. Anon gush about Habit Chapter 15 Boris: * softly chuckles* Me: but still I'll never thank the universe enough for finding each other during the most difficult time of our lives. Boris: you know... I was always made fun by everyone in school about my teeth, my dream to be a florist and how silly and naive I was, even when I went to university. At that point I realized that no one would ever love for who I was. Anon gush about Habit Chapter 16 Boris: At that point I realized that no one would ever love for who I was. But now, looking back at it, I'm glad to see that I was wrong. And I can't wait to see what the future as in store for us... *softly pulls you closer* in our little garden of love. And then we kissed, cuddled and loved each other for the rest of our lives -- Anon,,,anon thank you this was delicious Tiff webber be like, 'Damn these bitches gay!! Good for them. good for them.'