#ooc: theyre chilchuck flowers. to me.

[halffootguildofficial]

Heyyy, Chilchuck . . Did you order flowers —

Kabru pulls out a bouquet of them out from behind his back, offering them to the half-foot. He's smiling, but it's different from the normal charmer one he's out on in front of the man thus far. It's sheepish, almost.

I . . you saw, I had a little too many than I really knew what to do with. They literally buried me, I didn't exactly want them to go to waste. Thought maybe you could make use of them, decorate the shop a bit more.

— @ask-utayaboy

Chilchuck is entirely unprepared to be gifted a bouquet of flowers out of the blue, especially not from Kabru of all people. Red crops up across his face, and he's staring at the flowers in question. Evidently they mean something to him.

"...Rosebay Willowherb...?"

"It's- not a shop," Chilchuck grumbles eventually, but he's reaching out to take the bouquet of flowers anyways. He's flustered and doesn't quite know how to deal with it, so it comes out as something a little harsh. "I don't even know where I'm going to put these... Or if I have a vase to put them in...."

He turns to go and look for one, but then pauses and looks back to Kabru. His expression shifts through several emotions, embarrassment, confusion, frustration... Evidently, he's not quite sure what to do with himself.

"...Uhm. Thanks. For the flowers."