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[grilletto]

WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, GUIDO MISTA. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 018.07.154.55 *** RICOCHET has joined 018.07.154.55 <RICOCHET> oh shit this thing works <RICOCHET> sweet <RICOCHET> uhhhh leave me a message i guess <RICOCHET> pretty sure that's what this is supposed to be for

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[digiorno]

[His tree was close enough to Hill House that it was always an even bet that he could be found there if he wasn’t at home. With the wisteria branches hanging low overhead, the scent of the cuttings from Mista’s bouquet were drowned out, but the roses lingered; their scent caught Giorno’s attention even as he perked up at the sound of footsteps, turning to see who was coming and if it was the one he was waiting for. When he saw Mista—]

[Well, it was like night and day. His expression had been peaceful before, but when he saw Mista approaching, his smile lit up like the sun. He beamed, pleased and just slightly embarrassed to see that Mista had brought his flowers with him. That he hadn’t wanted to leave them behind. It was . . . sweet. More than sweet. It was a very Mista thing to do.]

[Ah. At least he was ready to answer this question, had even invited it, even if it’s also a little embarrassing. Biting his lip slightly, he quirked a grin up at Mista before answering.]

That color of rose means love at first sight. And wisteria means enduring love.

[Just a little embarrassing. But he means both. Patting the ground beside him in the crevice between two of his tree’s roots, he tips his chin up at Mista expectantly.]

Come sit with me?