There was that bit of awkward silence. It happens when their thoughts don't click as much.
So.. Time to follow up on this, perhaps?
"May I put it into your hair?"
..Was her question rude somehow? Or was she not supposed to kiss it?
She holds the flower, her matrix calculations racing.
"Right."
THE JUDGE.
"Um.. It's a rose..?"
He asks quietly, scratching the back of his head. Admittedly the brunet didn't think of looking it up.
And now he feels awkward.
She brings the rose up to her face to plant a kiss.
"What is the name of this species?"
THE JUDGE.
He's just standing there, watching her treat a flower with care. A sight like this and the compliment she gave, all made the brunet smile.
"I'm glad you do."
She takes off one glove and reaches out to gently touch the petals, almost petting them. The flower is soft and fresh, full of life still.
"I love it," quietly.
THE JUDGE.
He's holding one in his hands right now, a rose of a darker shade of red.
— 𝘑𝘜𝘚𝘛𝘐𝘊𝘐𝘈
— 𝘑𝘜𝘚𝘛𝘐𝘊𝘐𝘈
Show it.
— 𝘑𝘜𝘚𝘛𝘐𝘊𝘐𝘈
— 𝘑𝘜𝘚𝘛𝘐𝘊𝘐𝘈
THE JUDGE.
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He's got a rose, by the way. ✨
