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[friendlyflower]

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... Why did I have to find Lusamine? I don't even care that she's in a stupid coma.

[You don't feel a sense of love or attachment or empathy... but there's a pang of something. Another name on the list. Another petal plucked.]

Hee hee... what an idiot. She spent so much energy trying to 'fix' me that she couldn't even take care of herself. Now look at us. I'm still here and she might as well be dead.

[Maybe he should have taken her soul. Then maybe she...

... no. Sharing a body has never worked out for him. And the last thing he wants is someone that close. Reading his thoughts, the stupid impulses that pass for 'feelings'... what a joke.]

I hate everyone. I hate all of them!!!

I hate every single one of those stupid losers! I hope they ALL drop dead!!

[He knows he doesn't mean it. But do you?]

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[friendlyflower]

Good, I don't care either.

[Despite this, if Sanji does arrive later at the clinic, Flowey will very obviously look to see if he has bread and butter with him. It's no cinnamon-butterscotch pie, but it's homemade and it's fresh.]

Howdy! Came to see your favorite loudmouthed brat?

Annnnd action!

[undeux_allblue]

[And that he does! It smells amazing, so much so it's likely turned a few heads on his way here. There's cinammon-sugar in the recipe, and in the butter melted on top. The bread itself is stored in a little cart (read: glorified wagon) with the handle hooked over curled tails. A while ago, Sanji tried balancing the food on his back, and with some work and sashes, he COULD but this is just. Easier.

It was Flowey that first suggested using his tails to move stuff, anyway.]

Dunno about favorite. Just dropping off a treat for the poor lady fallen ill. [He pauses, eyeing Flowey and assessing his state. Hard to with a freaking seed but like. It makes sense why the kid was lashing out all over the pearl signal. His face doesn't change, but his voice softens just the tiniest bit.] ...but if she can't...really eat right now, I suppose you can have some.

[friendlyflower]

[Oh my god. It even smells like cinnamon-butterscotch pie. This sick freak is tormenting him using that memory from when they first met. He has to be.

Sanji is barely through saying "I suppose you can have some" before Flowey leans forward and takes a bite of the bread like a shark. He talks while he eats, spraying crumbs everywhere.] Not bad! Guess you did figure out how to bake after all! I told you so!