she's just gonna bounce up on her toes & flick the cowboy's hat lightly, a sunny smile on her face. ❝ got a favorite flower? & do you like sweets? asking for a friend. ❞
He catches his hat before it could shift too much. He huffs at her, correcting the hat with his own fond smile. His brow hooks upward, his smile faltering for a second. He knows that for a friend usually isn’t true. But if it was, suddenly he was trying to figure out which being wanted to get him something and was too afraid to ask.
“Any flower is a good one, but other than flower, I do love me a cactus. And sweets are great, no dark chocolate.” he runs through easily, shrugging slightly.











