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flower being placed in jirou’s hair!
❝ it feels good, doesn’t it? ❞
it’s not often they catch a break like this, sprawled out in the grass with the sun beaming down down on them -- jirou is warm all throughout, and the very tips of their pointed, elven ears blush red; only just a little.
they almost don’t feel the flowers that start being tucked into their hair, but they feel her come closer, and that little bit of blush turns into a lotta bit. how can they not grin with delight up at her? ❝ so, master of the crafts. how does it look? cool? cute? what’s the mood? lay it on me, don’t hold back. ❞














