[ He stops and looks at the dull gray flowers in his hands. But their colors are bright and beautiful in his memory. He smiles and nods. The bundle of flowers he has in his hands are thisone of these, and finally a few of these. ] In, in a boutique if you don't mind. The, ah, arrangement doesn't matter much.
[ He trusts Raine in those regards. Besides Elise was never overtly picky when it came to that. ]
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[ He trusts Raine in those regards. Besides Elise was never overtly picky when it came to that. ]