Hello~! *waves* I've returned from Washington, D.C. with another chapter! :)

To answer the obvious question, yes, I saw Obama while I was on my tour of the White House. But it was from a distance, so no, I didn't get to talk to him.

So, about this chapter...I wrote this when I was feeling majorly philosophical (but trust me, this isn't how I would write philosophical stuff. I can really make you think if you want me to. I tend to think too much, which has proved problematic for me in the past), so it's not so much funny as serious. And a bit fluffy.

Speaking of fluff, I finished the second of the 100 themes challenge. It's a CCS fanfic and it has all of the canon end pairings in it. It's not really funny, but if you like cuteness and fluff, go ahead and read it.

Which reminds me...I need to let you guys know that I didn't start out writing comedy. I actually started out writing angst and tragedies, and I still write them from time to time because they pose more of a challenge to me. Recently one of my best friends, Adelaide, asked me if I would write a Godchild angst-filled fanfic about Oscar. So you'll be getting that shortly. Plus some of my 100 theme challenges will be angsty.

And with that, enjoy~! :)

I have nothing to do with anyone involved with the production of 07-Ghost and own nothing but this fanfiction.

"Love," whispered the flowers as they wrapped sweeping tendrils around Labrador. He shook them off impatiently and continued walking stiffly. "Castor," they pressed, and Labrador winced as thorns pushed against his skin, cutting it ever so slightly so that beads of blood stood out.

"Careful," he scolded as he removed them cautiously. "My skin must be unblemished for my date tonight." He managed to keep a straight face as he said this, although his plants' abrupt joy at it was embarrassing. "I'm sorry for worrying you. I'm fine."

He made it to his room and collapsed on his bed before his control failed him. "Do I love Castor?" he repeated, voice slightly muffled by the pillow that he pressed his face into.

"Well, do you?"

Labrador quickly rolled over as Frau's voice filled the room. "Why are you in my room?" Labrador asked, blinking.

"That's beside the point," Frau said, taking a seat next to Labrador. The purple-haired bishop jumped up quickly and stood by the window, gazing out and hoping to find comfort in the plants outside. It didn't work. "Do you love Castor?" Frau pressed, slightly annoyed.

"Define love," Labrador challenged the sapphire-eyed man, giving him the same response he had given Teito. The boy had had no response, so Labrador was allowed to make his getaway. Frau was more mature however, with several additional years of experience.

"The definition of love is nothing more than a certain mixture of hormones in the human body," Frau stated mechanically. "They make a person feel a warm joy. Now tell me; do you feel these when you're with Castor?"

Labrador shrugged nonchalantly. "Feelings of the heart are easily misinterpreted. What I feel for him is nothing more than respect.

"Of course not," Frau said, rolling his eyes. "That's why your flowers perk up at the sound of his name, why you blush at his voice, why every time you see him you get a b—"

Labrador coughed awkwardly. "Please be quiet," he muttered, face flushed.

"Lab, you're in love with him! I can see it, the nuns can see it, even Teito can see it… Why can't you?"

Labrador just shook his head and continued to gaze out the window.

"Castor loves you," Frau added softly.

"How do you know?" the smaller bishop murmured. He kept calm, but he was unable to suppress the rush of energy he felt at the words.

"Castor doesn't say it aloud, but unlike you, he's already admitted it in his heart. It's obvious in the adoring way he looks at you and touches you. It's as though he's afraid you might break." Frau let Labrador absorb this while he rolled over on the bed.

"I don't think—" Labrador began, but he was cut off by Frau's sudden laughter.

"What the hell is this?"

Labrador whirled around to see Frau holding up his lilac dress with an evil smirk. Labrador tore it from his hands while he attempted to form a coherent sentence. "Get out!" was all he managed to scream indignantly. He forced the still laughing Frau out the door and slammed it shut. "Oh, King of Heaven, what have I gotten myself into this time?"

I told you I like teasing Frau; I like teasing Labrador too. XD

Well, drop me a review if you liked it! :) See ya!