(huhuhuhu) You’ve been Flower’s partner for.. A good while now. Years, actually. But.. There’s been a question on Flower’s mind lately. ‘What would it be like to have a future with you?’. Very good question, actually. But it was starting to worry you.

See, this question has been weighing Flower down a LOT, and as a rare sign of affection, you’ve spent all your time on him, which just makes him question it more and get even MORE weighed down- It’s not like it was your fault though, he just loved you a lot, not even humanly possible to put it into words. To put it simply, he was down bad- /j

One day, you two were just hanging out in his flowery, sunny room, doing a little slow dance to old love songs from the 50’s to the 80’s on the stereo, with your head on his chest; hands on his shoulders, and his arms wrapped around you.

“Say.. There’s a question I’ve been meaning to ask.” He said sheepishly, grinning a little as he broke the comfortable silence. Obviously, you nodded, allowing him to go on.

“As long as it isn’t ’Will you marry me?’.” You joked, to which Flower nervously looked away, hiding a small, scarlet box behind his back. . . . O h m y g o d , i t i s .