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Full prompt; “Person A owns a flower shop and person B comes storming in one day, slaps 20 bucks on the counter and says ‘How do I passive-aggressively say fuck you in flower?’”
The day had been going normally for Gon, a few preordered pickups, a few last-minute anniversary gifts, and a few Karens who wanted specific flowers and wanted them right that second but couldn’t be bothered to actually tell Gon what types of flowers they wanted.
But then, he showed up, him who was moonlight incarnate, even with a pissed scowl on his face. He was beautiful, with fluffy silver hair that Gon just barely kept from petting, stunning sapphire blue eyes, and skin so pale it almost glistened in the pale sunlight. Gon was so engrossed in the beauty of the man that he almost didn’t hear when said man slapped a twenty-dollar bill onto the counter and asked;
“How do I passive-aggressively say ‘fuck you’ in flower?”
Gon snapped out of his revere, took a second for his brain to process the strange request, and then tried to remember how one would say ‘fuck you’ in flower.
“Well,” Gon started after he had figured it out. “you’d need a bouquet of geraniums, foxglove, meadowsweet, yellow carnation, and orange lilies.” He pointed to a picture of each (the store had a picture of each type of flower they sold hanging on the wall) as he said them.
The moon man seemed confused.
“Why those specific flowers? They look quite pretty. Wouldn’t something like,” He pointed at a picture of a Valerian, which he must have found ugly. “be better?”
Gon laughed a little and the man looked slightly offended.
“No,” Gon said, wheezing a bit. “that’s a Valerian, it means ‘readiness’”
Yet again the silver-haired male looked confused before a look of realization flashed across his face, a look was quickly followed by disgust.
“To answer your first question, Geraniums mean ‘stupidity’, Foxgloves symbolize insincerity, Meadowsweet represent uselessness, Yellow Carnations express your disappointment in the receiver of the flower or ‘you have disappointed me’, and Orange Lilies indicate hatred. So while they may be beautiful flowers in and of themselves, their meanings are quite loathful. I would suggest including a list of the flowers and their meanings with the bouquet so that whoever you give it to will understand the message.”
The man of the moon appeared pleased with that answer.
“When should I pick it up?” He asked.
“I can have it done in,” Gon thought for a second “about half an hour if you like?”
“I would appreciate that, thank you.”
Gon grinned and told him it was no problem.
When Gon finished making the bouquet, he gathered up his courage and asked the question he had been wanting to ask ever since the blue-eyed male entered his flower shop.
“Would you like to grab coffee together sometime?”
The other man smiled shyly, blushed the smallest bit, and answered:
“Sure, but may I have your name and number first?”
Gon scratched the back of his neck sheepishly.
“Of course, my name is Gon, Gon Freecss.” Gon wrote his phone number and email down on the back of the man’s receipt before handing it, and his change, to said man.
“Killua, Killua Zoldyck.” He told Gon before taking the receipt, change, and passive-aggressive bouquet, and walking out the door. Gon proceeded to clock out, lock up the shop, and gay panic on the floor of the staff room.