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Week 2: Now that's more like it! (Pt 1 Traditional)
a) Flowers
"I can't do anything right with her," Mamoru complained bitterly, forehead resting morosely on his hands.
"Well, you have insulted her every day for the past 138," Motoki pointed out wryly but with stunning accuracy.
Mamoru looked up at his friend with a mixture of surprise and light amusement at the exact response, raising an eyebrow.
"It gets boring around here," the blond defended himself with a wiping his hands on his apron, "Anyway," he continued, "Did you really think a couple of roses were going to change that?"
"No," Mamoru moaned miserably, his mood dropping once more, "but I certainly didn't expect her to scream and look at me as if I were some kind of monster."
"She did look pretty horrified," Motoki agreed cheerfully and Mamoru groaned in response his head falling to the counter with a bang that caused the apron clad man to flinch even as he continued to speak, "I wonder why she kept saying 'anyone but you'…"
There was a pause and Motoki wondered if Mamoru had managed to knock himself unconscious, but a moment later his deep voice, muffled from the counter, drifted up, determined.
"Next time I'm getting her chocolates."
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