King of the Flowers

[Jean Snow]

Jean had grabbed a bucket to hold all the roses he had to deliver today. He'd been running around for a while now, and spotting a familiar head of purple hair up ahead, Jean surged forward. "Hey Orwell! Wait up! I've got a delivery for you" he yelled as he made his way down the hall.

 

[Orwell Brocken]

Orwell turned around as his name was called, and he looked to the head boy, with a smile growing on his face, "Hey Jean!" he greeted with a warm expression as he stopped moving waiting for the boy to catch up to him, "What have you got for me?" though given that orwell had signed up to hand flowers out as well, he had a pretty good idea what Jean had for him.
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[Jean Snow]

As Jean reached Orwell, he quickly wrapped the guy in a hug. "Thanks. I got my flower earlier. You're a good friend." The tragedy had made him want to express his feelings towards his friends more often. Jean let him go and reached for the bucket, pulling out a yellow, pink, and red one. "Popular guy" he quipped as he handed them over. "Right? Notes. Am I reading them to you or just giving them to you?" he asked.

 

[Orwell Brocken]

Orwell returned the hug happily, careful to avoid knocking the taller boy too much with the flower upon his head, "No problem," he replied with a smile reaching his face, he could only imagine how hard it would be for him at this time, "If you need anything, you know where to find me," he added as he pulled away wanting to really extend the message of his note, to be sure Jean knew. However he was a little surprised when Jean handed him one of each rose, he couldn't help the surprise and at the comment found himself grinning, just holding the flowers, "I am the king of the flowers after all," he replied looking back up at his friend, "If these are from Archie, you might not want to read the note," he laughed lightly, "Why don't you read the note with the pink rose, and I'll just take the other two,"
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[Jean Snow]

Jean snorted, the grin on his face and the return to some normalcy quite welcome. With a shrug, Jean handed over two of the notes and kept one. He wouldn't know who the flowers were from until he opened the note. He looked at the pink note, raising an eyebrow at the message. "Alright...ahem. Brock" he paused, unable to hide the smirk on his face. "You smell like home.Love, Archie." Jean handed it over. "You two making it official any time soon?" Jean asked as he leaned against a wall.

Spoiler: Note for Red rose

Brock,

You smell like a kitchen. lol like yourself

Love,
Archie.

Spoiler: Note for Pink rose

Brock,

You smell like home.

Love,
Archie.

Spoiler: Note forYellow rose

Brock,

I like when you tickle my belly.

Love,
Archie.

 

[Orwell Brocken]

Orwell smiled a little shyly as Jean relayed the message, using the name which only he was allowed to, or just did, since it wasn't like Orwell would ever say no to him. He took the other two messages and grinned at Jean's statement. The other two were of the same vain but they made him smile regardless, he loved Archie and these message no matter how odd they'd seem to others were pretty personal and heartfelt to him, "Come on Jean you know I've got no time for such things," he replied looking back up from the notes and chuckling lightly, holding them in his hands with the flowers, "I've got flowers to grow, and capitalism to destroy," of course Orwell held no feelings other than plutonic ones for Archie, he was his brother, closest friend, but he did also think the fight came above all else.
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[Jean Snow]

Jean shook his head, chuckling at Orwell's reply. "Of course, how could I forget?" Jean had learned a lot more about flowers than he'd ever wanted to know thanks to being a part of Wild Patch Club and also Orwell's friend. He still didn't understand that much about capitalism though. Orwell had tried explaining it to him before, but most of it had gone over his head. But, he stayed quiet, knowing that he'd get a lecture if he encouraged that discussion. "Well, I better get back to it" Jean stated. "You heading to the Valentine's party later?" he asked.

 

[Orwell Brocken]

Orwell laughed with him, the fact they were able to deliver the roses and spread some love and friendship brought nothing but a smile to the ravenclaw's face. He had his own flowers to deliver so he was pretty sure he should get to it, "Of course! Save me a dance," he began walking away, in the direction he had been heading before Jean had stopped him.
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