[when Minako wakes up and walks out of her bedroom on the 22nd, her kitchen will have suddenly turned into a garden; every available surface sports flowers on it, of all shapes and colours, each with a note attached that says both to Minako and the name of the sender. they've all been wrapped together into their bundles with lovely, brightly-coloured ribbons (and while it doesn't seem to be a professional job, they hold together well enough). anything with a pocket will have a flower or ten tucked into it, including her coat, her shoes, and her cookie jar. a trail of orange rose petals will lead her through the house, out the door, and to her front porch, where another trove of flowers awaits her (with a bouquet of course sticking directly out of her mailbox)]
[when she arrives at Moe Moe, she might suspect the pattern that's emerging; the counter will be lousy with flowers instead of cupcakes, an artfully drawn banner above them reading HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE GODDESS OF LOVE AND BEAUTY. these flowers, upon inspection, will be from the employees of Moe Moe exclusively]
[the flower bonanza won't stop there; throughout the day, no matter where she goes, two cute deliveryboys on their bicycles will deliver bouquets of flowers to her. a majority of the flowers will come to her at Moe Moe, but they seem to be staggered, so that every half-hour or so a new armful of flowers is delivered to her]
[happy birthday, Minako Aino -- if nothing else proves you are loved beyond all scope, this landfall of flowers should]
OCT 22
[when she arrives at Moe Moe, she might suspect the pattern that's emerging; the counter will be lousy with flowers instead of cupcakes, an artfully drawn banner above them reading HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE GODDESS OF LOVE AND BEAUTY. these flowers, upon inspection, will be from the employees of Moe Moe exclusively]
[the flower bonanza won't stop there; throughout the day, no matter where she goes, two cute delivery boys on their bicycles will deliver bouquets of flowers to her. a majority of the flowers will come to her at Moe Moe, but they seem to be staggered, so that every half-hour or so a new armful of flowers is delivered to her]
[happy birthday, Minako Aino -- if nothing else proves you are loved beyond all scope, this landfall of flowers should]