"I need a bouquet that says, 'Fuck you!'"

"..."

That was an odd request, but Squall couldn't say it was a new one. He considered it something of a personal challenge, getting more and more elaborate with his, 'I don't give a fuck,' line of flower arrangements.

For twenty bucks though, and the body language of the blond in front of him, it was simple.

Squall set down a vase, two rounded blooms, and one long, thin flower.

Seifer stared. And stared. Then glared at it a bit before he nodded to himself, "Yeah. I'm doing this."

Squall didn't reply, but it didn't seem necessary. The blond grabbed his vase and saluted on his way out, "See you 'round!"

Somehow, Squall thought that'd be the end of it.

But not a week later, Seifer strolled right back in, "This time I need a vagina."