Martin squinted up at Numei, giving a sharp jerky nod of that pink hair adorned in a fuck ton of growing flowers. Reaching to drop a cluster of flowers in the other's hand, offering a close lipped smile. "There."
Numei squinted, the tiny Viera quite confused by such a happening. But, the smile. It was the smile that got her. The girl puffed out her cheeks, carefully holding the flowers in a bandaged hand as delicately as she could and fixating her gaze elsewhere. She wasn’t embarrassed, no. “Thanks. Or something.”
She would treasure that flower later, keeping it pressed in one of her favorite books.
















