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It was a simple winter evening, watching people passing by as his gaze slowly was drawn toward the primarch by his side. Perhaps a simple outing, as he had wanted to get to know Sandalphon more– something about him was captivating. Perhaps it was only chance that he had come to his aid, but perhaps it was fate… the world was mysterious, just like the one next to him.
Perhaps it was only a coincidence that he noticed the small plant hanging about the doorway they were entering.
What a strange feeling, coming along with this strange situation that made his fingers tingle softly. Eyelids flickering softly as he looked up to see the small plant hanging above their head. It wasn’t a foreign sight to him, whether it was in the Skyrealm or here– he had been approached many times since he offered to lend the Captain his aid.
It was just like Valentines day or any gift giving day, people were always so captivated by him– offering him meaningless platitudes of chocolates and gifts. Such things he couldn’t care less for… but experiencing the local traditions that he had watched others participate in. If he could describe it in one word… it was happy.
‘ …Human traditions are rather strange, don’t you think? ’