Satirical one-shot, dunno what I was thinking writing this, frankly I don't remember writing this at all.
I'm not Eion Colfer. I don't own Artemis Fowl.
"What do you want Artemis?" Holly asks. Crossing her arms looking at him impatiently, she had so many better things to do.
The Irish criminal mastermind couldn't force the words out of his mouth. This was so D'arviting frustrating
"uuuuhhh uhhhmmm err" he stuttered "What is it?" she asked leaning closer to him raising an eyebrow, staring at him straight in his eyes.
"HERE!" he blushed handing her a red rose.
"Artemis... Why are you giving me a dead flower?" Holly asked, she looked insulted and disgusted, a dead flower? Why?!
"It's tradition, happy valentines day Holly!" He blushed then ran away, far, far away.
"well that wasn't like him at all!" Holly deadpanned, then dangled the rose from her index and thumb.
'what kind of tradition do these mudmen have?!' she thinks visibly scowling.
Deciding it was to awful to look at, she flings it over her shoulder, then walks off shrugging.
Well that went well...