[ dextera is surprised to be asked about it, like he didn’t expect guren to notice how much he likes the flowers. he hasn’t even seen all the time he’s spent in the gardens, with ryoji, filling the days he doesn’t spend with guren in the still-unfamiliar nature.
his expression softens, as he strokes his finger across one of the delicate petals. he doesn’t want to bruise it, when their supply may be limited—but he doesn’t want to leave it alone either. he doesn’t want to stop touching this flower that was gifted to him by some force beyond his understanding.
he nods, lowering himself enough to smell the tulips—something he hasn’t really gotten the chance to do with any of the things they’ve planted or found.
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his expression softens, as he strokes his finger across one of the delicate petals. he doesn’t want to bruise it, when their supply may be limited—but he doesn’t want to leave it alone either. he doesn’t want to stop touching this flower that was gifted to him by some force beyond his understanding.
he nods, lowering himself enough to smell the tulips—something he hasn’t really gotten the chance to do with any of the things they’ve planted or found.
he’s truly happy. ]