Blumfruit & Cheer
Summary: Unfortunately, the tree you made out of a broom, some spatulas and a ladle doesn't take away the homesick feeling creeping through your veins.
Prompts: Not exactly a mistletoe story, but a bit of pining, "It's always been you", sprinkles of new friendship, and some kindness for the holidays.
I seem to have an issue that when I go to edit a fic, it doubles in size, but I enjoyed writing this and couldn't help myself.
Also, also, I seem to always lean toward Hunter and a garden theme.
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Standing in your cozy little apartment, you place your hands on your hips with a heavy sigh.
Life Day is particularly difficult this year. Oh, you love tending to the green houses here on Kamino—that’s not even a question—but without friends and family there doesn’t seem to be anything special about the season. You could do with a bit more cheer, a few cookies, some warm cocoa, and fuzzy socks.
The one positive you can see is there won’t be any Life Day holophotos with updates from acquaintances that haven’t spoken to you in years—they only seem to reach out now to gloat about perfect lives.
Still, you tried to be festive. Unfortunately, this tree made of a broom, a few spatulas, and topped with a ladle just can’t compete with the real thing.
