[Thank you Tuxedo Mask. He blinks, but then huffs out a little laugh and carefully takes the rose by its stem. Hilariously, he has a long and stupid history of flower-gifting and flower-receiving, so this may hit him in his Fond Nostalgia a bit.]
It is what it is, yes? [A burden, a blessing, a curse. He'll take it, since he doesn't particularly know how to exist without being useful to others.]
What about you, friend? What is it that you rely on?
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It is what it is, yes? [A burden, a blessing, a curse. He'll take it, since he doesn't particularly know how to exist without being useful to others.]
What about you, friend? What is it that you rely on?