“Are you a hoarder?”
send me a sentence. ( accepting ! )
“of flower crowns?” he forms a ‘v’ with his thumb and index finger, bringing it up to his chin as his eyes look up - as if he could see the fanmade circle of flowers upon his head. he can’t. his hand raises to remove it, gaze dropping as he brings it down to rest in front of him and picking at one of the stems that had been poking at his scalp. his shoulders roll up into a shrug as a response, humming out. “not really, but i keep the ones that fans give me.”











