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It's fine Red isn't home yet, but it's fine It's cool He's cool It's fine It's late, but it's fine His boyfriend is probably wasted all over some drunk girl at a club somewhere high off his ass But it's fine Blue's fine
It’s not fine
It's their anniversary though And it's supposed to be perfect And he's stuck at home All Alone Proposal plans for the night abandoned So maybe it's not fine, per say Just passable It's fine when the asshole bursts through the door Drunk as Blue figured he'd be Shoving flowers into his partner's hands Collapsing in his arms Slurring about loving his loser of a boyfriend so fuckin' much It's bullshit He won't remember it in the morning It's not something Red ever says It’s sweet The roses are layed down Resting against a little black box Carefully not to damage them They're roses His favorite They're hand dyed a cool blue His shade Dumbass didn't know he could buy roses that were already blue It was a waste of time It was cliché It was sorta romantic So he drags Red back to his bed It's not perfect But it's a bit more than fine