think nothing of it! just a friendly gesture for a friend... from noir / @anoirs, he's a bad liar
a bloom of flowers rests in his gloved hand, the surrounding cellophane sprinkled with bits of fresh water. it’s a bouquet of roses, all different yet decadent shades of black and grey. she wonders what colors he would’ve chosen from her world, if perhaps he’d be so bold as to pick red ones. but she finds herself mirthful at his gesture regardless. “ for a friend, you say? ” though isaline’s quite unsure herself just what they are… she believes that ‘friends’ isn’t the right word for it. she goes to reach for his hand first, not the flowers, wrapping one around his and then the other. she looks up at him from under her lashes, a true smile on her face, “ well, as a friend… thank you. ”
