Yasha... really did not want to be at work today. Not this close to a holiday that she -- well, she didn't hate it exactly. Maybe saying she resented it on principle was a better description, but that wasn't entirely accurate, and either way it was one more thing to bottle up and keep to herself until the next time she needed to rage in a fight. (Definitely not an ideal way to cope, but see if she cared.)

But... the flowers were beautiful, she couldn't deny that, and every time she came across a new kind that she hadn't seen before she would either take one and press it between the pages of her book if she could or (if, for instance, there weren't any to spare once an arrangement was done) at the very least finding out what they were so she could try and get a hold of some for her own purposes later.

It wasn't that she didn't have a loved one who ought to get flowers from her, it was just... there were a lot of factors making that complicated.

Not that the air of melancholy around Yasha ever seemed to dissipate, but it was a little more potent than usual today. No, she wouldn't be talking about it.

[OOC: I'm very sorry about my poor emo barbarian. Open... after I wake up, of course. *crawls off to bed to recover from being repeatedly bludgeoned in the face by feels for both the Sentinel Babes tonight, aughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh*]