rub rub. squish squish! 'so soft...' he whispers out while stroking and kneading all over the cute plant's face. it's so therapeutic! it's like his hands are being massaged. after spending all that time doing tons of paperwork, his cramping hands really needed this. 'ahh...' he won't mind if euden keeps doing this for a little while longer, would he?
As expected... not a single sign of objection from the plant the moment the prince’s palms found themselves placed on both sides of the flower’s face. Instead, even though the blond man had already requested permission to touch beforehand, there was that typical, innocent look of curiosity with the slightest hint of surprise. An expression that would shortly, and surely, find an incredibly self-indulgent and equally sheepish smile smeared over itself. Feeling the prince run those gloved hands along his cheeks, the plant’s petals folded back in response to the pleasant sensation.
There’s an oddly fitting sound produced with each and every squish of the plant’s pillowy, polka-dotted head, serving as even further proof of his undeniable squishiness! Even if he weren’t so gentle, it would be absolutely safe to bet that this big red-and-green goof would still have the same, if not at least similar, reaction and expression to this type of contact. Especially if it’s from someone like Euden!
Blatantly blissful expression aside, he also expressed his contentment through occasional cooing and purring-like sounds as the royal’s hands roamed about and massaged his head. He’s surprised — and pleasantly so — by how soft and smooth those exposed fingers felt rubbing and pressing any area they could of the leafy lad’s head. Not that he’d know much about what makes someone’s hands soft or not, but what he does know is it felt really nice! To the point where the urge to relax his entire body and just let it fall forward grew more and more heavier...
Fortunately, the flower was already at a smaller size when the prince found him — at the perfect height where Euden could reach with ease — so the risk of said prince getting crushed beneath a big botanical boy wasn’t something either of them would have to worry too much about.
If the plant’s entire body language wasn’t already clear enough to the point of putting any further doubts to rest, then the soft prince was free to ask whether or not he’d be fine with an extended session of this. Really, though, that’d be the equivalent of asking him if he’d be okay with being given meats or sweets!
