#calltothunder

Cure Flora was probably to blame, but over the course of the past year, Close had developed an irrational hatred for flowers. That’s why whenever he passed by a place that was way too... “flower-y” for his taste, he would take the time to render the land barren before leaving. That was entirely pointless since he couldn’t get despair energy from plant life anyway, but there was something cathartic to this simple action.

Except today, he made the mistake of doing so in broad daylight. Now, that would have been fine if the only witnesses were normal humans. But it seemed like he was out of luck this time: As soon as he made the flowers wither with his sole presence, that tall girl had split away from the crowd, brandishing some kind of stick adorned with a green gem.

Close came down to face the young woman. Precure or not, these “allies of justice” sure knew how to show up at the worst possible times. He crossed his arms, tilting his head back to stare down at this new annoyance.

"Let me guess. You’re going to transform and fight me.”