[he takes the flower she plucked while asking her curiously, and just as expected, he's looking it over carefully. he considers her words and reasons. the color of sea-salt ice cream—she's not wrong.
and... the color of his eyes? he can see that. she really thought about this, didn't she? so after a moment, roxas will look back to mary with a small smile and nod his head.]
It's a nice flower. [not that he knows jack-all about flowers, but he doesn't really mind at all if this is what makes her think of him. it's... nice.]
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[he takes the flower she plucked while asking her curiously, and just as expected, he's looking it over carefully. he considers her words and reasons. the color of sea-salt ice cream—she's not wrong.
and... the color of his eyes? he can see that. she really thought about this, didn't she? so after a moment, roxas will look back to mary with a small smile and nod his head.]
It's a nice flower. [not that he knows jack-all about flowers, but he doesn't really mind at all if this is what makes her think of him. it's... nice.]