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#( ANNIE IN A BIG FLOPPY BEACH HAT )
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「 @ghostlyanon​ / venti’s birthday 6/16 」
"I— I heard the word. I'm sorry if I'm late, but... Here~!" To his arms she handed over a good-sized bouquet of bright dandelions. She had grown these herself and she wished Venti to have them for this special day.
"Oh, and this too." A second gift was extracted from her pouch. What could it be, but a bottle of... Apple cider! While she hadn't been able to afford some fine dandelion wine, she hoped the bard would like this as much.
Lastly, her third gift to him was a smile.
"I-I hope you'll keep having a good birthday! Ah, but please be careful when 'celebrating' today. You should save some cider for tomorrow, too."
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“The word? And what word might that b——! Oh!” The subtly sweet scent of dandelions filled his nose in an instant, and with it came the tickle of little, puffy seeds against his cheek and nose. The sight of so many bundled up into one bouquet made his heart flutter with delight, but it was the message behind the gift that made his cheeks turn the softest shade of pink.
Caught up in the sentiment, the bard took a moment to shut his eyes and bury himself in the dandelions. He was aware of her efforts in cultivating the plant, and he had admitted on more than one occasion that he admired her determination. That she had gotten this far as quickly as she had was impressive, and it only made the gift all the more heartfelt when he considered how much of her love and care she had put into growing them.
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“They’re beautiful! Thank you, Annie.” Venti tucked the bouquet into the crook of his arm, being sure not to rustle it too carelessly. And with one hand now free, he would easily snatch up the bottle of cider. Already, he could taste it on his tongue. Sweet but tart, light and refreshing. Summertime cider was so vastly different than cider served in the winter, but he appreciated them both equally. “Two gifts? You spoil me! Well, it is my birthday, so it’s to be expected.”
He snickered and hugged the bottle close, eyes twinkling with a nearly endless mirth. “Awwh, how can I not have a good birthday when I’ve got people like you around? Hey, I’ve got an idea! Everyone’s out enjoying the sun and sea, and it doesn’t seem fair that we’re left here by our lonesome. Why don’t we go join them? I’m sure they won’t mind.”
He leaned in and lowered his voice to an excitable whisper. “We can even go hunting for seashells. What do you say?”
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