[puts a flower in mikey's hair] 🌼
Perhaps delicate flowers don’t fit either of them , but things clashing with Mikey’s image never stopped him from having fun with it. A flower was just a flower , but if it was on his head then it was the best flower. Spontaneously deciding he rather play with the gifted thing instead of letting it be he bounces his head left and right , then back and forth.
The flower dangling by its stem in his golden strands follows the motions , like a small creature that was busy with festivities. The image crafted is this: a dancing flower upon his head as the boy’s face becomes a blur in motion.
He suddenly stops when he violently sneezes from the falling pollen above him, ejecting the flower with the wind into the distance. Though he stares at its parting , shocked , and a little mournful , Mikey recovers quickly , shamelessly leaning on Wen Kexing until he’s sprawled out and relaxed against him.
“ Another ! Gimme another ! ”












