🌹 Rose Giving Creativity Flows In Yellow

[Ana Sofia Burleigh]

Yellow Rose for @Ryan Fisk

So far, finding the students on her list and proven to be more difficult than Ana Sofia had expected. Perhaps it was because there seemed to be even more people delivering roses and roses to be delivered this year then there had before. Or maybe she had just been lucky in previous years. Just thinking about luck seemed to have granted her some when she recognized one of the students on her list a little bit further down the hall. "Ryan, hi!" She greeted him with a smile, picking the right yellow rose and handing it out to him. "This one's for you."

 

[Ryan Fisk]

Ryan was focused enough on tracking down his own deliveries he nearly ran right into the girl who'd stopped to hand him a rose, blinking a few times before registering she was delivering it to him. "Oh. Thanks," he said blankly, taking the rose tentatively, wondering if he could guess who it was from.

 

[Ana Sofia Burleigh]

Ana Sofia smiled when he thanked her. In all honesty, this rose had seemed interesting to her because whatever was attached to it wasn't a regular note. She didn't even know they could do that. Then again she guessed no one could stop another student from painting on the note rather than writing on it. "Know who it's from?" She asked curiously, having noticed that there was no name on the colourful piece.

Spoiler: Note

[instead of a note, there is a postcard bearing a small messy oil painting of an abstract snail in vivid neon colours]

 

[Ryan Fisk]

Ryan was almost disappointed when he opened the note to reveal the painting inside, annoyed that Finn had made the whole guessing game a bit pointless by being so obvious, even if it wasn't signed. "Yeah, it'll be my roommate, he does this sort of stuff all the time," Ryan said, showing her the note with a sigh.

 

[Ana Sofia Burleigh]

Ana Sofia had been curious about what was actually on the note ever since getting her roses this morning, glad she could finally get a better look at it. "You don't seem too impressed by it." She said carefully, not keen on possibly offending him if he did like it or making it seem like she was prying. Which she was, but just a little.

 

[Ryan Fisk]

Ryan shrugged, looking back down at Finn's note speculatively. "It's a snail," he announced without fanfare. "Guess I've seen him painting enough that it's not very impressive to me," he said vaguely. Art had never really interested Ryan that much, he didn't exactly get the point; you put the paint on the canvas and that was that. He supposed he appreciated the thought but he wouldn't begrudge anyone who didn't send him any roses either, it wasn't like he ever remembered to himself.