Sougo nods earnestly to the following information that the elder man gives to him, intrigued by the wealth of knowledge the man possessed. Experience is what comes with age after all, and that’s why Sougo usually defers to those older than he. That tidbit is amazing, though, the idea that flowers represented a secret language– Nagi might love that. “Oh, that’s amazing. So it’s like a secret language for women back then. I wonder if there’s a novel about it, it would make for an interesting love story.” Not like Sougo read romance as his first choice, anyways (he’ll elect to ignore the stack of unbecoming fiction on his shelves)– well, it might not be very Riku-friendly if they decided to keep up their book exchange.
He smiles, brightening up at the solution Shunya has offered to him. In addition to that, it seems like the flowers will suit the decor of his room perfectly. It comes as a relief to him since otherwise it might look too out of place. He follows Shunya around the shop, staying silent as he merely observes. He makes sure to nod and follow along to make sure he doesn’t seem like he’s not paying attention. That would be disrespectful. “Fitting? Well, I guess the colors do match with my image color.” Sougo laughs, eyes still widened as he continues to watch the man at work.
“Oh, so a wreath?” He has been planning to just keep it in his own room, but it might add a nice splash of color to the common room without being too noticeable. Plus, it might do well to lower the stress of all the members– well, the main concern is if it would agitate Riku’s illness. “Hm, but Riku-kun might not be able to handle flowers… these don’t have too much pollen, right?” Pollen is the main issue, if he recalls correctly– he’s not as well-informed as Iori in this situation, unfortunately. “It doesn’t matter though, I’ll just place it in my room.” It’s for his own benefit foremost, and it’ll reduce the chances of him snapping from pent-up stress. (Usually Tamaki or Yamato are on the receiving end of that, though…)
He hopes that a wreath isn’t too bothersome to make, either way.
Shunya laughs softly at Sougo’s interest. The young man really does seem like the bookish type. “If you're interested, I can recommend you some titles—and if romance isn’t quite your style, there’s definitely some espionage stories my wife has read lately with a similar idea.”
"I’m not exactly certain what his sensitivity to those things are so maybe you should consult his doctor first after all,” Shunya answers as he begins weaving the flowers. It’s been a while since he was able to do something other than a standard arrangement! He makes the width a little thicker to ensure the flowers really hold themselves together: much like the strength and unity Sougo’s group has for one another. They’re a cute bunch, those seven—it’s no wonder why they took the world by storm once they really got going. “If you find that he has no severe reactions, it might not be too bad of an idea to have it around. Even if it’s just in the form of essential oils. It’s said to also help with airway inflammation for asthmatics.”
It’s then that he spots something near the counter that he reaches for: some short sprigs of leftover baby’s breath from a previous arrangement Koe made. I wonder if he’s okay, Shunya thinks. His brother is never really the type of leave behind a mess. He winds up weaving in the baby’s breath as well; hints of white among a sea of violet would be a nice combination.
“You can also dry the buds and put them in a pouch for your bedside or pillow. You can even put them bake them in something like a biscuit or cookies!”
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