"As long as you take care of yourself, the day may indeed come."
He encouraged with a small nod before he hummed at the revelation.
"I suppose there is a curse with some. I've had juniors who adore the plants we've held around the summit but they could never properly
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Take care of them. Flowers, in the same vein, can be picky creatures."
He would pat himself down before returning a notebook, a page torn out as he gazed upon it with concentration.
"But flowers aren't limited to just the living beauties..."
Folding and pressing
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Fingers pressed firmly into sheets of paper. Folding and pressing over and over again. Releasing and flipping until structure was formed.
𝕼𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝕯𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒚𝒆𝒓 retweeted
⠀. 𐔌 ׂ ⠀͡ 𝖆𝖓𝐠𝖊𝖑𝒔 ⠀ִ⠀┉𝖎͜͡𝖓 ⠀ 𓎟𓎟⠀ ༊̲ ݁ 𓊪̵◌֯ .⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀͡⟢ ⁀݁ *̳⠀flight.xn--6ii/ ݁ ㅤ۫ 𓂅 ۫ ͡ ֪
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⠀ ⠀𖤍︵ ̼☆ ͡ ┉ִ⟢⠀ׂ 𓈒 *̳ 𝒘𝐞⠀ 𝐡𝖆͟𝐯𝕖⠀◟ིྀ ͜ 𝐩𝖑𝒆𝖓𝓽𝐲 .͟. ⁎ ◌֯ . ⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𖣯 ⠀.⠀゛ of.xn--6ii/⠀ 𓈒 ଼⌒ 𝖙𝖎͜𝖒𝐞⠀。⠀ 𓈒ᜓॱ⠀⟡
A small amused huff escaped him. Crimson hues of a similar variety watching the brunette, lips curling into a hint of a smile.
"She's gotten better with her sensing...almost had me."
He uttered as he decided to watch her more, doing his part in the only way he could.
Would be watching from a far, sticking close to areas out of sight.
Had to be making sure she was doing well after all-
