🍀 EMBLEM OF LOVE!

(does being coworkers with mariko the witch summoner count?)

Shut looked up at the other as he finished watering the flowers. He knew others visited the greenhouse, and he tended to visit a lot, but he wasn’t used to people asking about the flowers. Looking over at the flowers in question, he hummed.

“They’re marigolds, nomi,” He answered simply. 

❥ ❝ I see! Thank... you. ❞ She didn’t directly speak to him, did she? Probably overheard her, Love was a pretty noisy girl. Her sights focused on him for a moment. Such an extravagant look! It was hard not to keep staring at him. Still, he seemed to be in his natural habitat or something amidst these many flowers, these many colors...

A hand remained upon her chest, feeling the heartbeat which continued at an accelerated pace, calming gradually once it became apparent no danger was at hand. From her lips tumbled a sigh, both of relief and exasperation; a part of her intended to grumble about the alarming appearance the girl had made from the backstreet. But no good would it do other than to fire an argument, surely.

“You’re fine,” she exhaled, somewhat weakly. “What were you doing? Jumping out of nowhere is going to land you in trouble if you come across the wrong person. I’m armed and could have shot at you if you hadn’t made it clear you weren’t trying to jump me. But someone else might not have stopped themselves, or even tried to”

❥ Here comes the scolding, of course. Not like she didn’t deserve any of it anyways. Her apologetic attitude took a tiny vacation when this other person told her they were armed.  ❝ Whaat? You’re armed? ❞ Peach tended to forget that this wasn’t Japan at all, there were a lot of people who practically were walking weapons, still, it only meant that streets were more dangerous. 

   ❝ Sorry again! I-  ❞ The din of a metallic lid falling onto the ground halted her speech as she turned around towards the source: Another adjacent backstreet. The cover for a trash can still spinning on pavement. 

❥ Love halted on her tracks as a particular hue of orange caught her attention. Of course, it would have, honestly, orange marigolds aren’t a kind of flower you see every day back in Japan. Going out to visit a greenhouse may have proven to be a nice idea after all. 

No time for regret here. Setsuna was already wearing the jacket and turning around.

“Love, I could always use more jackets.” The sort of thing that could start some cycle of perpetually giving each other things… Like the socks Love was getting next. She obviously wanted Setsuna to continue with the knitting.

“Dinner was great too. Thank you.” 

❥ That comment alone, accompanied by that smile was enough to lift her spirits up once again. She just needed to do better next time. The dilemma of not doing anything actually productive or new with her time here was already enrooted inside her skull. Love just needed to give the first step, nothing else. 

♡‌ MERRY CHRISTMAS!

❥ Her eyes glistened as soon as they met the gift, carefully taking it out and wrapping the scarf around her neck. ❝ It’s so pretty, you have gotten so good, so fast! Thank you so much, Setsuna!  ❞ The wool felt soft and comfy enough too, it had to be of a nice quality to not induce any kind of itch on her.

    ★✦ “Our own house-lun… I guess it’s good that I’m so handy so I can maybe fix things if they break-lun! It’ll be just like fixing my rocket-lun!” Maybe don’t hope things break so you can fix them, Lala.

@tokeiso​ and/or @ravugetto​

❥ ❝ That’s Lala for you! ❞ Her expression froze in time as she thought more carefully about it, shifting towards a rather preocuppied one in no time at all. 

❥ Pinkish eyes scanned their surroundings with relative curiosity. As if they were just staring at the dynamic scenery of a ward as popular as Golden. Love was still a newcomer by all means to Isola but she have gotten used enough to it to walk the main streets of every ward with some ease.

Honestly, you never really get used to all of this. The thought of someone back at home suffering for your sudden departure always remained there at some corner of the consciousness, waiting to resurface at the slightest chance. Setsuna and her were working on it, though. Little by little, despite how long it could take.

She just hoped that ‘long’ wouldn’t be ‘too long’, that’s the sentence that crossed her mind in that moment. A voice among the people that were passing that avenue stood up, like if it was being handpicked by her own brain. Her sight accompanied and sooner than later she noticed a young girl more or less her age noticeably distressed and wearing not the kind of clothing you would wear during an outing.

Quick enough, the Momozono grasped the situation.