[ said with some hesitation, a little light humor, and only the smallest of worries. it's not like the thorn tore his hand off, nor did it rip a digit into pieces, but the sudden shock of the most minuscule wounds? combined with the fact he could already feel it bleed, sure that there would be a bead of blood greeting him once he slipped the glove off...
and there it sits. he rotates his hand, studying it carefully, before slowly placing it into Mikazuki's open one. ]
... it's not too bad. I think. I don't know, are flowers here special or something?
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[ said with some hesitation, a little light humor, and only the smallest of worries. it's not like the thorn tore his hand off, nor did it rip a digit into pieces, but the sudden shock of the most minuscule wounds? combined with the fact he could already feel it bleed, sure that there would be a bead of blood greeting him once he slipped the glove off...
and there it sits. he rotates his hand, studying it carefully, before slowly placing it into Mikazuki's open one. ]
... it's not too bad. I think. I don't know, are flowers here special or something?