Yes, it is. And no, she shouldn't. She's the best present he could've asked for as it is. Now, if she fancies wrapping hersel-- Yeah, they are. But he only caught on fire once so far. No biggie.

Oh I don't know, she managed to wrap herself in thorns prETTY FUCKING TIGHT back then. Look, his hands are still scarred-- It's fine!! He knows how to use a fire extinguisher.

No thanks, he'll keep the scars. He didn't write a book about what happened, and they are the closest thing to it. . . . No. She's seeing things. That's a chewing toy. Shaped likr a candy cane. Made out of hard sugar.

For sure. It would be easier if most of their memories were more... Safe for work. But it'll do. There's plenty memories he can go back and fetch. He is a strong and independant plant who needs no dieting advices. God knows his stomach can melt iron.

Well, he still owns a few of the dresses she wore for traditional events. He has a very specific letter in his drawer - one he probably shouldn't show her, but will nevertheless. They were... /What/ were they? Lovers sounds far too corny and cliché, but...

Oh, she'd be surprised. She looked... Marvelous. Breath taking. Oh God, he can still see her-- it hurts. . . . Boy, this is going to be one hell of a long night. Tea, by chance?

But a few nerve-wrecking minutes, and a warm cup of steaming liquid was placed on the coffee table before her. He took the other one for himself, before making himself comfortable on the opposite armchair. A deep breath, and the story of their first. . . Encounter, followed.

They would begin meeting more and more often, and soon enough the attraction had surpassed the limits of carnal desires. She had moved in with him, and Geoffrey became a thing in their life. He avoided her gaze, afraid that the embarassment would gate him from being as honest.

It was never made official. They both were free spirits, but that freedom didn't stop them from being loyal to one another. She began partaking in human activities, and more often than not she would be enjoying her time. She might be all serious now, but he remembers her laugh.

Then maybe, just maybe, the rest of her memories will return to her in due time. Though he cannot expect her to want to wait that long just basing herself off his words. Yes, the Noxians. Though... He would have preferred to keep it for later. They did some... Terrible things.

A bittersweet smile befell his lips, but he nodded in agreement. He had been talking for much longer than he had anticipated, and the stars had claimed ownership of the dark sky. She may remain for the night, if she'd like. If not; that is fine too. He understands.

Yes-- of course. He figured. No harm in offering kindness, however. Would she like for him to pick it up and carry it to bed? Or she can stay for as long as she'd like, of course.

Well, he.. Has a few things to take care of before morning, he didn't exactly free up his schedule in preparation for her sudden return-- He'll be around the house: if she needs anything, feel free to ask. . . . Welcome back.

A question from across the room left unanswered piqued his interest, and after some brief internal struggling he ever so carefully picked her up - plant boy included - and carried her to the bed in the guest room. A heavy blanket was then laid over her, and Geoff right beside.

MAYBE twenty later, and the door handle would be seen being pulled down. A second of hesitation followed, and the handle returned to its original position. Two knocks on the door. The potential lack of an answer would then cause him to barge in, but not quite yet.

What clicking sound— The door slowly came to an open, and a curious head of dark, messy hair poked inside the room, only to give it his best attempt at holding back a snort at the scene. "Are you. . . Doing alright, over there?"

"I could tell. And no, don't worry." He now greeted her with a proper smile, stepping in the room to go and give the plant baby a few scritches under what would be its chin. "Can't say the same about this little fella, however." He'll teach her. One thing at a time.

A smooch to the plant's head, and his attention was gifted to her once more. He gave an understanding nod, before her offer caught him slightly off guard. "I— Huh- Sure thing. Mind giving me a few minutes to take a shower, first? I ended up getting.. Distracted, yesterday."

The air STINKS of the vile breath of corruption, to the point where it's distracting him from his morning work-out. Something's amiss.

He may or may not have been carefully guiding a blindfolded @BlossomOfThorns somewhere very specific. Truth be told, he's not even sure whether or not the blindfold truly affects her senses in the slightest.