(open post) I'm still a delicate flower, you know

[indolentaxe]

you know what to do.

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[hearthwarming]

[ There's certainly a similar amount of pining and corresponding agonizing-with-your-best-friend on Ori's part; which is why when she finally arrives at the door to Hilda's place this morning, she not only has the breakfast sandwiches, donuts, and coffee with her, but...

She has a bouquet of pink flowers shoved somewhere in her arms, too. It's a bit of a balancing act between all of the things she's promised to bring and this spontaneous present, but it's fine. Very, very carefully, she manages to ring the doorbell, and as she stands there waiting for the door to open and looking down at all of this stuff, it dawns on her that this might be a bit... Much... Oh no. It's too much, isn't it? Is she being too much? Should she try to fling the bouquet off into the flower bed (the very same one, in fact, that Hilda emptied her stomach into the night prior)?

It's too late, however, and she can't risk dropping the things she actually said she'd bring in the process. But whenever it is that Hilda opens the door, Ori will be standing there, breakfast sandwiches and donuts and coffee and bouquet and all. ]

H... Hi!