[...well, that's a change of subject if Flayn's ever heard one. Hoping it will make Zenitsu more comfortable, she goes along with it, scanning over the flowers before pointing at a particularly striking patch.]
[He eyes the flower in wonder as he takes it, then lifts his head to watch her expression. Is it possible for his face to grow any hotter or number than this?]
D-do you mind staying here for a while? If it's all right, I want to make you a wreath!
[If these flowers represent a mutually supportive friendship, he wants to give them to her in return.]
[he can make a wreath, if he wants! ...honestly, she might do the same. it wouldn't really be fair to get a wreath in exchange for a single flower. hm... maybe she can weave some other flowers into it, too.
[Then a wreath, he will make. He starts straightaway by picking a handful of alstroemerias that he strings together one by one. Their thought process is the same: these are pretty flowers whose beauty can be enhanced yet by adding more flowers into the mix, so he gets up at one point to wander the gardens in search of them.
It's fun. It's soothing and when he does this, he feels much less lonely and more hopeful as a whole. He won't slack on this wreath to show Flayn his eternal gratitude.]
[To work, then! It's easy enough to settle into this - gathering flowers and weaving them together is relaxing, and though Flayn struggles with detail-oriented work, generally, she's gotten pretty good at this.
So.
What she ends up with is a garland of alstroemerias, pansies, agrimonies, crocuses, and blue irises. Once Zenitsu seems to be about done with his (she doesn't want to interrupt), she'll hold it out to him with a smile.]
[Making rings of flowers is easy work for Zenitsu, who can claim skill in the task. The harder part is finding the flowers that will be pleasing to look at and convey his feelings toward the cute girl who will receive them, but it's an exciting challenge more than it is frightening. He binds his finds together in enjoyable silence.
When he's presented with the garland, he stares wordlessly as he accepts the gift. He holds it with obvious reverence, fearful of ruining the flowers that carry such kind meanings. After a long look at each flower, he lifts his head.]
Flayn . . .
[There's deep, airy gratitude in the way he says her name. He sets her garland down—carefully—to grab his, which he holds out in her direction with both hands.]
H-here! For you . . .
[What Flayn gets in return is a garland woven from alstroemerias, jasmines, pink roses, and pink gerberas with white lace flowers interspersed between them; creating a pastel ring of white, yellow, and pink.]
[Flayn's eyes light up as he holds the garland out and she looks it over. It's beautiful, and she accepts it gratefully, cradling it in one arm so she doesn't smush it. She's going to take good care of it so she can bring it back home with her.
(If they go back home. No, they'll definitely go back home. They have to.)]
[He watches her with bated breath. It's only once she cradles the garland that he exhales quietly and picks up the flowers she's gifted him. He studies the individual flowers some more before his cheeks flush a deep red.]
When we see each other again, I'll make more for you. I'm good at it, so it won't take long.
He perks up at the mention of her room. If she intends to keep whatever he makes for her, then maybe he can do a little more.]
Ah, is there anything that you want? How about a comb or hair adornment? There are some cute accessories in my world. I can buy you one and bring it on my first visit.
[People from the mansion and camp are truly too nice.]
Then I'll show you around when it's bright! Depending on the city, you can find all sorts of stores and meet more people than you can count. Sounds fun, right?
[He figured she'd like that. Her reaction makes him look forward to that future—if he'll even be alive by then.]
I was in the countryside before I came here, but I'll invite you the next time I'm near a city. I'm constantly moving around, so I'll be able to take you to a bunch of places.
[Maybe he'll become a demon's dinner. There's no guarantee.]
Yeah. That part of the country isn't as modernized. It's quiet, especially at night when it gets dark. But you won't see green fields on the side of the road near the city as you would near a village.
They're mostly crops tended by farmers. If you venture out farther into the wild like the mountains and hills, though, you can find other plants like flowers; there were lots of them in the hill near where I was staying a year ago.
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Oh, those ones are very pretty!
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They are, aren't they? Do you know what they are?
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[She kneels down next to the patch of flowers and runs a finger along the petals.]
Do you have these where you come from, Zenitsu?
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[Alstroemerias won't come to Japan for at least another decade. He crouches down beside her to do the same.]
These are pretty colors.
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[She studies them for a few moments, then plucks one, which she offers to him.]
In my world, they represent friendship and mutual support. So... thank you, Zenitsu, for being my friend. I am very lucky to have met you.
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[He eyes the flower in wonder as he takes it, then lifts his head to watch her expression. Is it possible for his face to grow any hotter or number than this?]
D-do you mind staying here for a while? If it's all right, I want to make you a wreath!
[If these flowers represent a mutually supportive friendship, he wants to give them to her in return.]
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[he can make a wreath, if he wants! ...honestly, she might do the same. it wouldn't really be fair to get a wreath in exchange for a single flower. hm... maybe she can weave some other flowers into it, too.
this will be fun!]
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It's fun. It's soothing and when he does this, he feels much less lonely and more hopeful as a whole. He won't slack on this wreath to show Flayn his eternal gratitude.]
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So.
What she ends up with is a garland of alstroemerias, pansies, agrimonies, crocuses, and blue irises. Once Zenitsu seems to be about done with his (she doesn't want to interrupt), she'll hold it out to him with a smile.]
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When he's presented with the garland, he stares wordlessly as he accepts the gift. He holds it with obvious reverence, fearful of ruining the flowers that carry such kind meanings. After a long look at each flower, he lifts his head.]
Flayn . . .
[There's deep, airy gratitude in the way he says her name. He sets her garland down—carefully—to grab his, which he holds out in her direction with both hands.]
H-here! For you . . .
[What Flayn gets in return is a garland woven from alstroemerias, jasmines, pink roses, and pink gerberas with white lace flowers interspersed between them; creating a pastel ring of white, yellow, and pink.]
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[Flayn's eyes light up as he holds the garland out and she looks it over. It's beautiful, and she accepts it gratefully, cradling it in one arm so she doesn't smush it. She's going to take good care of it so she can bring it back home with her.
(If they go back home. No, they'll definitely go back home. They have to.)]
I will treasure it, Zenitsu. Thank you very much.
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When we see each other again, I'll make more for you. I'm good at it, so it won't take long.
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They definitely do not need to think about what-ifs that could lead to them not seeing each other again. (Especially since we know they will.)]
Wonderful - then I will have something new to adorn the walls of my room with each time we get to visit with one another.
[She'll have to come up with something nice to bring him, too...]
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He perks up at the mention of her room. If she intends to keep whatever he makes for her, then maybe he can do a little more.]
Ah, is there anything that you want? How about a comb or hair adornment? There are some cute accessories in my world. I can buy you one and bring it on my first visit.
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[Flayn has not really thought about it.]
Mostly, what I want is to be able to see you again.
[She says, as though this is a completely normal thing to say. (To her, it is!)]
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Y-you do?
I'll visit as many times as you want, but there must be something. A cute girl like you deserves that much . . . !
CA heatwaves melt my brain. weeps.
[Just his company is enough!!]
...but perhaps if you show me around your world, I will see something I like?
[She is absolutely not going to ask him for anything except permission to visit. She's not going to take advantage of him like his exes, thanks!]
you shall have my fan—and my ac.
Then I'll show you around when it's bright! Depending on the city, you can find all sorts of stores and meet more people than you can count. Sounds fun, right?
MY FAN AT HOME DIED LAST NIGHT AND I CRIED.
[more people than she can count sounds awesome...]
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I was in the countryside before I came here, but I'll invite you the next time I'm near a city. I'm constantly moving around, so I'll be able to take you to a bunch of places.
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I will be very much looking forward to it! ...what is the countryside like, in your world? Is it peaceful?
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Yeah. That part of the country isn't as modernized. It's quiet, especially at night when it gets dark. But you won't see green fields on the side of the road near the city as you would near a village.
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The fields must be beautiful, in their own way. What sorts of things grow out there?
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They're mostly crops tended by farmers. If you venture out farther into the wild like the mountains and hills, though, you can find other plants like flowers; there were lots of them in the hill near where I was staying a year ago.
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Really? What sorts of flowers?
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