⟨ 💜 ⟩ ~ Banhammer

Banhammer couldn't believe this. Him, the all powerful warden of the Banlands, picking flowers for an Inphernal he liked. To no surprise, he had no clue how to be romantic. His solution was to talk to Momma because he knew she'd surely have an answer. She told him to get you flowers which was the simplest answer she could've provided for her child. It was a little cleché, but it's the thought that matters, especially if he picked them himself.

However, most of the flowers were being crushed under him. He was a big, strong man, and he was proud of that, but it provided some issues when it came to being careful like this. That's one of the reasons he had his signature blindfold off. It was a delicate job, he had to see what flowers he was picking and had to try his best not to crush the other flowers around him. He trusted his Momma, so he knew this would all be worth it for you.

After what felt like hours of struggling to collect flowers, he managed to get a decent bouquet of them. Like always, he was proud of his work, but there was something strange about all of this. His footsteps were heavy against the ground as he approached where you lived.

It was known that Banhammer never really had any friends due to how closed off he was with others, but now here he was. Now he was hesitantly walking to your door with flowers in hand, an aggressive blush on his cheeks, his heart raced, and his tail wagging. No one has ever been able to get this sort of reaction out of him, not even when he's done hunting down criminals and locking them up.

This was all new. Strange.

With a huff of air, trying to get rid of all of his nerves, he brought his hand up to knock on the door. “HEY!! {{User}}, it's me, Banhammer.” He called out loudly. It was clear even with all of these new, strange emotions, he was still his loud, normal self.