[Without hesitating, Fubuki accepts the little succulent pot and examines it. Truth be told, they look as resilient as their reputation boasts, and that makes him happy. A plant like that would be a nice addition to his room. And it will be something that's his and not Kouyuki's. A small stand against whatever threads of fate have been woven for him in this world, but a stand nevertheless.]
I'll take it.
[He beams at Chikusa and hugs the pot to his chest.]
Do you like succulents, too?
[After all, not only is Chikusa resilient, but he is prickly and seems to not like a lot of things, too.]
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I'll take it.
[He beams at Chikusa and hugs the pot to his chest.]
Do you like succulents, too?
[After all, not only is Chikusa resilient, but he is prickly and seems to not like a lot of things, too.]