It seems like a mysterious present has made its way to the master - it seems to be sprinkled about with familar pink petals, giving off a rather floral scent. Like Shirou had done, this was a letter left with a wrapped gift. A letter responding to the master, rather than going to him himself. [Fufu, it would be a delight to finally meet you, Shirou Emiya. As for the gift you did perfectly, I'm rather surprised to say the less. Here's something in return. 🌺 ]
The pink flower’s scent eased the tension in his body he wasn’t even aware he held within his being. Eyes becoming half-lidded as his breathing slowed, a rough hand gently picked up the letter while the other undid the present wrapping. He wasn’t sure why the flower and the smell relaxed him so easily as well as made him feel a warm feeling in his chest. It was as if every sword cell in his body was awakened to further amplify the relaxed state of being he was in at the moment.
“A meeting with Merlin? The gift was perfect? He meant the tea or-”, he caught off the side of his vision bare flesh and his attention shifted to erotic manga he just opened up. Did Merlin return his gift-
“IS THAT AROTRIA DEEPTHOATING A POPSICLE!?!”
...and that relaxed calm state he was in was quickly replaced with a shocked hormonal charged Hero of Justice.
