A rose as sweet as {you} - Will

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It wasn't exactly a rare occurrence that William had time to do what he'd like to do, between school and work. After all, it wasn't like bartending at 4Play was something he'd do in the afternoon or even the morning, whenever he didn't have classes, and in the hours between where he needed to be, he was where he wanted to be. Botanical gardens had always been a fascination of his. It wasn't that he was obsessed with flowers, but he enjoyed them. More so, he liked to take pictures of them. Now, he was far too cheap to actually buy a proper camera, although he was hinting at friends that he could use one, a nice one, but for now his phone had a good enough camera for him to use. Of course, with a phone on his camera, he didn't have to worry about lugging around two separate devices, even if proper cameras had straps to go around his neck. It didn't matter. He still had to remind himself not to slam it against something on accident.

God, that'd be terrible if he did that, wouldn't it? It'd break. Oh, god, that beautiful camera.. that he did not have. But if he did have. He was losing the point, wasn't he? Yes, yes. Botanical gardens, pretty flowers, pictures. That was the point of this whole thing. He'd gotten off track on the camera part of it all. The one thing he hated about these sorts of gardens, of course, was that he had to pay for them. Cameras were expensive things, so it was logical that he didn't want to buy them, but tickets.. well, that was just because he was cheap; spending money made him nervous, like he would accidentally spend too much and suddenly not have any. Obviously, that was unlikely for someone like him, but not impossible, which made it frightening. But the pictures were worth splurging on an admissions ticket, so he convinced himself, halfway. As for any particular flowers he had an interest in photographing, well.. white roses had always been a favorite of his.

It wasn't even that they were roses. He found roses to be horribly boring and overdone. They didn't even smell particularly nice. Sure, they were fine, but there were better. White roses, however, were beautiful in photographs, particularly with the right setting. Like a kid crying on one. Maybe it was a bit heartless to take a picture first. Just that single tear on a pretty rose. Some emotional poet just orgasmed thinking about it. He pulled his phone back and tipped his head as he looked at the kid. Kid, right? He looked young, at least. For that matter, or perhaps for another entirely, who just cried one tear? Was that a normal thing? He'd never just cried one, when he did cry, himself. "Are you okay, or..?" He paused, then frowned. "A bee didn't get you right? I hate those damn things. I'll murder it for you, though. I mean, not murder, really. Avenge you, maybe. That works." He hadn't caught what the kid had uttered about purity.

If he had, he'd just be even more confused than he already was.. which, considering, wasn't too difficult.

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Ah, perhaps he'd spooked him, or surprised him. Not that the kid jumped or yelped, of course, but he did quickly right himself and wipe his face, which, to Will, was a good thing. At least it meant that he hadn't been crying for some form of attention or confused sympathy, or empathy, of which Will had little of either. He was a slight little thing, wasn't he? Dark hair and cute eyes, but he held himself awkwardly. ..How old was this kid, anyway? He only looked like a kid. And for all he knew, he could have been. As he explained, Will simply stared at him rather dubiously. Caught up in this flower? Really? Who the hell cried at a flower? Certainly not Will. Maybe this kid was emotionally unstable. "If you're sure, but flowers are just flowers, you know. Unless you pricked yourself on a thorn, then they're demonic bastards that need to be decimated." He said this completely seriously.

Pest exterminator? He snorted and grinned. "No, I'm a pest assassin. There's a difference, see. I get more money for assassinating pests than I would exterminating them. Although the word exterminating is pretty cool, too." He added thoughtfully, pausing to do just that, think. Exterminator or assassin? "No, definitely an assassin. Like a ninja. Except, you know.. not Japanese, and.. pretty bad at ninjaing around." Oh, right, the kid had introduced himself, hadn't he? But he did so again, so that was fine. He grinned still. "William. William Havoc." He held out his hand for his, because he'd gotten used to shaking hands since he graduated High School, although not too much before then. He'd always seen it as quite odd and.. well, just weird, but, shaking hands was apparently what adults did. "Nice to meet you too." He glanced at the flower. "So, do you normally get emotional over flowers, or is today a special day?"

It was a slight tease, but an actual question. Had he always been one to cry on flowers, or had something caused it recently? He honestly hoped for the latter, because he didn't know how he would deal with the former.

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He actually appreciated that he had introduced himself twice, because damn, he had completely missed the timing for the first one. He did notice the redness in the boy's cheeks, but had enough tact, or perhaps just didn't care enough, to point it out. Maybe later. Nah, he'd let it go. Maybe. Right? Yeah, sure.

He liked this kid. He seemed cute. He liked his hair and he liked how he spoke, even if he was one of those types that got caught up in a flower. Honestly, he still didn't understand that. A flower was a flower. Although he could understand its beauty and its artistic properties, he wasn't the type to get too emotionally involved, particularly to the point of crying, even a small amount. Alec was a nice little thing, and he liked it. He'd just need to get him to stop crying on flowers, and they'd be set, right? Course~

He hummed a bit to his explanation. "You should see a shrink," he paused, "or punch something repeatedly. I hear it helps. You know, like boxing or something. You should go boxing. Or to a precarious-looking bar and get into a fight by insulting some biker's tattoos, but then you might get shanked and die a terrible death." He spoke very plainly, small smile on his lips. Did it bother him, that he went through a lot? No. Did he feel pity for him? .. No. He was curious, though.

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