ROSE-COLORED BOY ; open, flirting booth

[Freyja]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 530px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]And then, along came Beck. Freyja just smiled that sweet, dopey smile of hers. Beck was an interesting case, no doubt. His appearance was far different than those around him: he was freckled with scars. These weren't just your run of the mill things either, no, they were different. Perhaps it was because he was a ghost, but she wasn't sure. His missing cheek was also a eye-catcher. However, despite all of the things that set him apart from what one would consider being typically "beautiful," Freyja still found beauty in him. "Whoa, you look so handsome today, I almost forget my pick-up line," she began, grinning all the while. "And hey, Becky, I'm sorry I wasn't in your past. Can I make it up by being in your future? I think we'd make a great pair, you know."

Iota's words caused her attention to tear away from the poltergeist momentarily, and she giggled a bit. Oh, Iota was clearly affected by her words. Freyja gave her a little smile, glad her flirting had worked. This whole idea was officially beginning to be a success. "Well, thanks Iota!" she chirped. Amusement trickled into her gaze as she watched the pink-colored feline turn to Nayru. "You know what though? Iota, I think you and Nayru ought to get together and figure out the whole flower situation." She knew just what she was doing. [color=#A36B5E][b]"And you know what else? You're beautiful, but I think you'd look even better with Nayru's arm around you."