plant prince
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nevrikos:

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That was rather kind of the male. They
weren’t sure if that was a good idea or
not, however. Touching was odd. Ciel
disliked doing so. A hand rose to push
mixed tresses over their shoulder as a
light pink fitted across pale cheeks.

     “No, no, I can head home now.
      That was rude of me
.”

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“No no don’t leave.”

If she left he might have become
a little sad. For him, any company
was good company. And so in an
attempt to have her stay, he reached
deep into his pocket and from it he
pulled out something special: a rose.
It was a blooming rose and it was 
bright red.

“Here. A present for you. A beautiful
rose for a beautiful girl.”