[When she'd opened the door, she'd been expecting Mista. What she had not been expecting was Mista bearing a bouquet of flowers, nor the absurdist yet somehow incredibly charming rationale he'd apparently used in getting them for her.
Ostensibly because of butterflies or not, a boy brought her flowers. Just because. Just from thinking of her. And isn't that something?
The shirt she's wearing, to all appearances, is a normal thick sweater with a turtleneck; however, given that behind her the outer edges of her pink monarch butterfly wings are visible and extended, it's apparent that there's no back on the shirt in question, leaving them free to move. And she's deliberate in how she positions herself, angling so that he can't see too much of her back yet, but that's only to be expected, probably.]
Oh...!
[Startled and yet immensely pleased, she flushes a little as she takes the bouquet, automatically raising it to her nose to smell the fragrance.]
No...it's okay. I like flowers, butterfly or not.
[Her wings flutter a little, as if in affirmation, and it makes her look like even more of a pixie than ever.]
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Ostensibly because of butterflies or not, a boy brought her flowers. Just because. Just from thinking of her. And isn't that something?
The shirt she's wearing, to all appearances, is a normal thick sweater with a turtleneck; however, given that behind her the outer edges of her pink monarch butterfly wings are visible and extended, it's apparent that there's no back on the shirt in question, leaving them free to move. And she's deliberate in how she positions herself, angling so that he can't see too much of her back yet, but that's only to be expected, probably.]
Oh...!
[Startled and yet immensely pleased, she flushes a little as she takes the bouquet, automatically raising it to her nose to smell the fragrance.]
No...it's okay. I like flowers, butterfly or not.
[Her wings flutter a little, as if in affirmation, and it makes her look like even more of a pixie than ever.]