[Fubuki lifts the pot to indicate the little succulent. One is more than enough for him to look after to start with. He'd hate to be an irresponsible plant owner.
With a slight bounce to his step, he follows Chikusa back through the winding plants in the shop. When they reach the counter, he sets the plant down, elbows resting on the hard surface, hands propping up his chin, and thinks to himself, A cacti really does suit him, doesn't it?
But Fubuki doesn't really know what to make of the climbing vine or lavender. The only thing he knows is...]
Hmm...but I asked what plants you liked, not Ciro. There's a difference. Like Kouyuki likes track and field, but I really love soccer.
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[Fubuki lifts the pot to indicate the little succulent. One is more than enough for him to look after to start with. He'd hate to be an irresponsible plant owner.
With a slight bounce to his step, he follows Chikusa back through the winding plants in the shop. When they reach the counter, he sets the plant down, elbows resting on the hard surface, hands propping up his chin, and thinks to himself, A cacti really does suit him, doesn't it?
But Fubuki doesn't really know what to make of the climbing vine or lavender. The only thing he knows is...]
Hmm...but I asked what plants you liked, not Ciro. There's a difference. Like Kouyuki likes track and field, but I really love soccer.