Shiro & Clarice, Wednesday afternoon

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Shiro apologizes for being a jerk. Clarice accepts. They're cute.


Flowers? Check. Oversized teddy bear from Build-A-Bear? Check. Dignity? Out the window. Perfect. Shiro knocked on the door to Claice's suite, hoping that she'd be alone and willing to listen to him. When this was done, he'd either have to get something awfully nice for Haroun or kill him.

Making sure everything was situated properly, Clarice carefully got up from where she was sitting on the floor so she wouldn't disturb the glitter. Unlike everyone else, she respected the glitter and treated it properly. Unlike some - "Oh," she said, opening the door. "Hey."

Shiro gulped. Here goes nothing. "I am sorry," he said sincerely, looking straight at her. "Can we talk?"

He had flowers. Lots of flowers. In lots of colors. "Okay," she agreed cautiously, opening the door a bit more. "Watch the glitter."

Nodding, he stepped inside, going to great lengths to avoid even approaching the glitter. "Anoo, these are for you." He handed her the bouquet and the bear. "I said and did some stupid things, and I want to apologize."

The bear was cute and purple with a little skirt and a glitter shirt. He knew what she liked. And flowers too. "I shouldn't be this easy," Clarice muttered, taking the bear and giving it a quick hug before coming over to hug Shiro.

Score! Shiro wrapped his arms around her and smiled. That was a lot easier than he thought. "The flowers are just too nice to resist."

She looked at him askance, "I can't be bribed," she insisted. Okay, she could, but Shiro hopefully didn't know this, "You hurt me. It wasn't just what you did or said, it was how you said it too."

"I have a unique way with words," Shiro said sadly. "I know. Most of what I said was absolutely uncalled for, and the rest was not put as elegantly as it ought to have been."

That was the understatement of the year, but she couldn't completely blame him since she'd said a lot of stupid things over the years too. "The resistance to the flowers is fertile, huh?" she replied, trying to keep a straight face while accepting his apology.

"The power of flowers compels you," Shiro said mock-seriously. "So, uh, does this mean that you will take me back?" he asked, trying to not sound too hopeful else risking to sound like he was blowing off her concerns.

"I don't know," Clarice idly tossed the bear into the air, "What'd you name the bear?"

"I was going to give it the Japanese word for 'glitter,'" Shiro explained, "but it is a long word and sounds too much like 'Pikachu.' So I went with Murasaki, which means 'purple.' I hope that that is acceptable . . ."

"Hee!" Clarice laughed, hugging Shiro tightly, but kissing him lightly. "Okay. Apology accepted and all that jazz."

Shiro could feel the weight he'd been carrying since Monday fall easily off his shoulders as he kissed her back. He definitely owed Haroun huge for this.