💐 hands over a coldblood flower with a goofy, shy smile
Send “💐” to give my muse a flower and see their reaction.
“Oh!” With no proper lips it is impossible to smile but the kin man seems both surprised and pleased nonetheless, clapping his hands in delight as he draws the flower close with delicate tentacles, bioluminescent glow brightening. Kindness after so much unkindness; his gentle heart is warmed by even so simple a thing.
“So sweet of you, Sai Micolash,” he says bashfully, dipping his head and reaching out with a single tendril to brush gently against the scholar’s hand. “I have always had a weakness for flowers, say true.”