@smokeblooded // continued from here
The expression in Jean’s face the moment he spots the flowers is
exactly what had driven Niino to even consider doing this in the first
place. Granted, it’s completely and absolutely worth it.
He’s the one surprised, however, the moment Jean neglects his cigarette
for no apparent logical reason, considering the fact that anyone who knew
Jean also knew how bad his smoking addiction was - Niino himself
constantly found himself worrying about it affecting his beloved’s health
in the long run.Regardless, he isn’t in a position to judge. Alcohol is to him
what nicotine is for the one he loves, which is evidenced in the involvement
of at least one bottle of liquor every time they spent time together. This time
was no different, a bottle of Dowa wine being the chosen one tonight.
"We’re not in high school, you know.”, he starts saying as he snaps out of his
thoughts, bending down just a little to close the space between slightly.
“I don’t really have that many admirers anymore, so I doubt anyone
would be interested in getting me flowers.”
He proceeds, then, to explain the mild variation in his plans for the night.
It doesn’t seem to amuse Jean (though anything barely ever did, or so it
seemed), yet his standing right away without questioning makes it clear
that he’s not against the notion.
“It only occurred to me last minute, but even if I had planned it all beforehand,
I would have done it the same way. I wouldn’t have surprised you otherwise.”
He fails at keeping his eyes off the flower now resting behind the blonde’s ear,
which subsequently leads to him succumbing to the temptation of snapping a
photograph of the beautiful visage.
