( nagito placed his chin upon the back of his hand, holding that arm’s elbow with his other hand. a delightful smile, as per usual, rested on his features naturally, and just that itself seemed to give him a positive aura. )
it’s a pleasure to see you again– would you like to chat? i haven’t any assignments as of yet, so i’ve just been wandering aimlessly… and needless to say, it’s not exciting.
` █ ▌█ ▌✿ Hm, well–I-I suppose so, though, I-I do enjoy tranquility from time to time. What troubles you so, aside from the deafening silence?
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just some thoughts i’ve been having. i tend to overthink when it’s too quiet, like now– but… it’s nothing important. i’ll get over it, so don’t trouble yourself.
` █ ▌█ ▌✿ 【 scarlet stains the fencer’s wan visage in blushing blotches. dust on derelict windowsills scatters at sharp susurrations and causes them to cough. consternation coagulates and chokes vocal chord, coupled with cloying clover wafting in their nostrils. trampling through mossy marshes and ragweed fields bathed the amaryllis in fresh forest scents, allergens accumulating within lacerated lungs. lithe legs dangle from the edge of an ebony desk, hands placed ‘pon knees, amaranthine eyes glued to gaping holes in window frames where glass once was. until the boy with columbine curls speaks, breaking their concentration and alarming them with his casual tonality. 】
Oh…I-I…quite enjoy flowers and I…prefer to think of myself as well-versed in hanakotoba. A t-terrible tragedy, nowadays–wildflowers are dying out due to the maltreatment of the environment. Wastelands weathered by nuclear waste a-and refuse–i-it’s a travesty. Perhaps one s-should not fret over that–but, ah! N-Nevertheless, I’m s-sure you’re not interested in a weakling’s wails, anyway. You appear a dreamer, yourself…aesthetically artistic, in the way wayward thinkers a-are. Ah, beg pardon–perhaps you could reflect upon the inquiry yourself. Differing perspectives are…ah…infinitely interesting.
[ the luckster’s head turned slightly to them when they start coughing, a bit of worry etched in his stormy grey eyes. nagito had some allergies himself, causing the occasional stuffy nose, but they weren’t enough to make him start coughing like they were. he smiles, but it also shows a bit of his concern. ]
i see… you have a great view on things, hm?
ah, and don’t trouble yourself! what you have to share is more than interesting– or so, i think.
[ so they were asking his outlook, as well? this certainly took him at least somewhat off guard, for a few moments he just tilts his head, blinking. ]
well, in simple terms, i suppose i like flowers. but, if i were to go deeper into what i think…/p>
[ he takes another pause, enough to breathe in and out at least once. ]
i tend to think about flowers in another light, a black light, maybe. others think about how pretty they are, but, their lives are in my mind more than that. there’re so many things that could happen to them, like people. someone could come along and water them too much. another could die from too much sunlight, and yet another die from being stepped on. i… usually compare them to people and how they could die from the very same things– in a way.
oh–! i’m sorry, the undertones of that were depressing, and more about their deaths than their lives…. i’m sorry for troubling you.
[ his hands, having been at his sides, dive into his jacket’s pockets and his eyes avert to where the window was once again. while it was nice to talk to someone, he usually didn’t get as deep as he did because it usually would be, in other’s words, sad. ]
[ those were the only words he uttered, not even looking at the other. his stormy grey eyes were fixated on a nearby window, which his whole body was facing as well. how could he have seen chieri? nobody would know. ]
