Sometime on day 164--Fox's phone is going off with an incoming text alert.
Hiryuu: Hello, Fox. Sorry if now is a bad time. Hiryuu: I've been trying to find or think of an adequate time or place to speak with you and no opportunity has presented itself well. Hiryuu: So it seems I'll need to make one for myself. If it's all right to ask for a moment of your time...?
[ within the space of a few minutes, there's a knock at the door.
If/when he opens it, Hiryuu is on the other side--along with a very large bouquet of flowers: bluebells, purple bittersweets, white poppies, blue and purple hyacinths, and several large, full irises, all bound by a length of green ivy with white sprigs extending up into the bouquet.
[ he probably didn't think that in the first place. but if he did--well, either way, she is actually... more... embarrassed now. maybe she should... not... give one of these to North as well.....
... It's traditional, to give flowers... as a gift when someone has gone through something tragic, as acknowledgement of their suffering. I wanted to apologize properly... for what you went through because of me.
I did not think you were propositioning me... surely you would have picked more appropriate flowers if that were the case. These are all far too melancholic to suit such a thing.
[he carefully takes the bouquet]
However, they are lovely. I shall place them in my atelier so I can admire them while I work.
I have studied flower language, although I am more familiar with the Japanese take on it. Please, come in.
[he ushers her inside and goes to find a vase to deposit the flowers in, which he'll place on the low table that has been turned into a kotatsu for the changing seasons. toasty feets.]
Not at all. You have come here to express your feelings to me, and it would be rude of me to simply dismiss you before you have had a chance to properly tell me what is on your mind.
[heads into the kitchen and comes back shortly with a plate of orange slices and two steaming mugs of sencha]
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