Good. [ His approval settles on them like a blanket and he closes his eyes again, acquiescing to the atmosphere and this warm feeling he thought he'd never feel again. ]
With all these flowers, s'kinda like a tree anyway. [ The braids in his hair are still there too; he hadn't had the mind to undo them nor had any reason, really. There were probably some stares or comments at some point from the others, but those are all things that don't matter. This is between them. ]
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With all these flowers, s'kinda like a tree anyway. [ The braids in his hair are still there too; he hadn't had the mind to undo them nor had any reason, really. There were probably some stares or comments at some point from the others, but those are all things that don't matter. This is between them. ]