Chishiya is tagging along with Sett as they walk when something in passing seems to catch his attention and cause an old question to resurface. But this time he has someone else's brain to pick for the information. "Why do people gift flowers?" He suddenly asks, shifting his indifferent gaze away from the display as they pass by it. "It seems overall rather pointless when the flowers will die in - what, a week at most? A whole plant seems more appropriate for the message that such a gesture intends to convey from my understanding. " It seemed like the sort of question Sett would understand, and feline eyes shift upwards to study Sett's expression. Had it been anyone else to ask, perhaps the question would come with a certain feeling behind it - Chishiya says it like a puzzle he hasn't found the solution to yet. (Idk why but our conversation suddenly made him think about this again)
there was a moment of pause whilst he picked the words and put them together in a way that translated the clinical stance. mouth twitched into a gentle smile, daring not to laugh for he knew chishiya's questions were never asked for amusement. the query on its own came similar to a hand placed on a door left left unopened, gentle but curious, and sett ( as always ) was the one who knew how to knock first. they kept walking for a few more steps before sett finally exhaled and spoke, mind forming the exact speech that could be understood, voice rough with underlying tones far softer underneath.
❝ mmh, i understand why it seems pointless... but i think that's kind of the whole point too. ❞ he muttered, more to the sky than to chishiya albeit his spheres lowered, eventually falling on the man beside him. ❝ they do die fast... and that makes them temporary. but when someone gives flowers, they are not tryign to say that whatever they have last forever... they are saying that what is happening now matters. ❞ another pause, seeking for chishiya's much smaller hand to interlace digits. ❝ it's not about permanence... it's about letting somebody know they were worth the beauty, even if that beauty doesn't last. i think some people can't say what they feel out loud, or maybe don't know how to... so they give flowers instead. it's a way of saying that this moment matters... or that the person who receives it matters. ❞ his smile expanded only slightly, the thumb caressing the back of the other's hand. ❝ maybe it means more because it dies, y' know? maybe that is why people can't stop giving flowers. they die, yes... but you remember them. you remember the way they looked in your hands, or how they smelled, or how they started to wilt by the window, and you didn't want to throw them away 'cause it still meant something. ❞ a soft exhale, then ⸻ softer still. ❝ and maybe... even after they die, we keep them. because they meant more than their short life. isn't that... heartwarming? ❞
