✿
Send me a ✿ and my muse will react to your muse putting a flower in their hair
Hozuki stared blankly at the not-even-remotely-similar man for a long moment, silence filling the air after the flower had been placed in his hair. What was happening here..?"I should give you something in return." Yes. A gift much greater than a flower. Hozuki's expression darkened-- darker than his usual expression of dissatisfaction. It was his unmentionable bastard face. His insides churned just at the very mention of this man; being in the presence of him stirred up an even bigger, more violent reaction. And on that note, he gripped his iron club effortlessly with one hand, perfectly proportioned fingers executing the swiftest of blows to the side of Hakutaku's head. "I believe that is equal." But he repeated the motion, hitting him again-- harder."I seem to have been unable to control myself. My apologies."