🌙 * ― 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐒 --- [ 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 ] ― sender gives receiver flowers
The sudden weight in his free hand felt odd as he took the potted plant that Colza held out to him. Larry let it rest against his hip in the crook of his arm for a moment while he set down his briefcase to have both hands freed. Confusion twitched subtly on his guarded expression as he shifted the plant into both hands to take a better look. White lilies. They were very pretty, he thought, simple yet elegant. Not too flashy that his eyes hurt trying to follow too many colors or patterns. His first thought was that the Artazon leader had needed him to hold it for a moment. But when he did not continue on to do any other such task in need of an extra hand, Larry realized they were for him. Brow lifted subtly in surprise and his gloved fingers shifted to hold the pot almost reverently. How very much like a grass type leader to give flowers that one could actually keep alive for a time. Well, if Larry could in fact keep it alive. He’d certainly try his best. Especially since it was a gift. He didn’t receive them very often. It felt rather nice.
“This is for me?” His voice, ever quiet, sounded a bit more shocked than his usual monotone. Tired eyes lifted to his colleague’s face before a small smile tugged at his lips for a brief moment. “I don’t think anyone has ever given me flowers before...” He pondered, smiling softly down at the white petals slightly. “What’s the occasion? -- They are for me, right? Or --” @grassius