I'm baack *evil laugh* *coughs because sore throat* sorry about the wait, but here's some more story for you to feast your eyes on. I still haven't dealt with my short chapters problem, as I'm sure you can see, and I'm afraid my uploading may get a little slower, and I honestly can't thank those of you that have favourited, followed, and reviewed my fic enough. You're all awesome. 3 ~nellen ^_^ x

"That's weird," Flora frowned as she approached the square, "no singing…"

There was no Clive either, and it didn't take long (around ten minutes of waiting on the step of an unused shop building) for her to grow worried and restless.

"I'll walk around a bit, maybe he's in one of the shops or something."

After an hour of wandering and searching for her friend, Flora was beginning to give up. It was only when the landlady of the little pub in the square told her he sometimes liked to drift around the park when he wasn't busking that she found him.

"Flora-" The lad yelped in surprise as she threw her arms around his waist.

"It's stupid how much I worried when I couldn't find you," she mumbled, and the lad felt his cheeks go pink.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," he smiled, holding her at arm's length, "I had a bit of a rough night, so I just decided to hang around here today."

"It's okay," she returned his smile, pulling him back into a hug.

"Ooft," he winced, chuckling lightly as he prised her arms from his torso, "be gentle please Flora, my gut's been kind of sore today and I wouldn't want to be sick in front of a lady."

Flora blushed, "I'm hardly a lady, and I'm sorry for hurting you." She rested a tender hand against his chest, the other sweeping the hair from his eyes. "You need a haircut."

"I know I do, my fringe is irritating," he paused to blow it from his forehead, setting the girl off in giggles, "and it's okay you weren't to know, and even if you aren't one just yet I'm sure you'll make a fine lady in the future. Oh dear, it seems I've made you blush," he laughed.

Him noticing only intensified the red in her cheeks, and she covered her face as they continued to glow.

"Stop it," she wailed, punching him jokingly in the abs. He bit his lip and doubled over, "owwww..."

"Oh God, I'm sorry! I forgot!" she gasped. She helped him stumble over to a bench, sitting him down and resting his head on her shoulder. He whimpered something quietly, and she had to ask him to repeat it to hear him.

"It's not your fault, I... I was drinking last night, and it obviously hasn't gone down very well."

This was true, and worried the usually resilient Clive. It worried Flora just as much, and she was even more persistent with her offer of somewhere to stay.

"Please, even if it's just on the sofa, for God's sake even if it's in the garden, please!"

"Flora, I-"

"-I'd be delighted to accept your kind offer of shelter and will sleep safely on your sofa tonight so you don't worry like crazy about where I am and if I'm cold or not."

"You're impossible," Clive laughed in exasperation, "fine, I will, but just this once."

"Yay," Flora beamed, leaping to her feet and yanking him up by the arm. "Get your stuff then, come on, before its dark!"