Floor to Ceiling
art by Nowhere
inspired by the fic Floor to Ceiling
written by wettermark
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For a moment, no one moves. Kyle isn't sure what to fear, but in his gut it's more of a rift in the space time continuum as opposed to physical violence. He's afraid, too, that Stan will throw the flowers at him, or drop them to the ground in defeat: the flowers seem to suddenly be the most valuable and precious thing in the room. Stan doesn't throw or drop them, but it hurts worse when he turns, sets them carefully on the dining room table, and heads for the door.
- excerpt from Floor to Ceiling
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