[ he nods. because he gets it. the dagger that stays sheathed in his heel is a gift from long ago and he hasn't really been able to bear parting with it. so he detaches himself and moves towards the kitchen to rummage around a cabinet and return with a vase for his rose (maybe he had intentions for this vase himself, maybe he was going to get kaeya flowers. it doesn't really matter now.)
regardless, this rose is... it's... well. it's certainly a gesture, and the protective part of roman wonders what the intention is. ]
Here.
[ spoken as he returns, offering it out in both hands carefully. ]
Put it wherever you want. [ and he means that. it's kaeya's house too, after all, and the gift is beautiful... he doesn't want kaeya to think he's jealous or anything either. because he's not, he's just, once again, protective. ] Are you going to be alright?
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regardless, this rose is... it's... well. it's certainly a gesture, and the protective part of roman wonders what the intention is. ]
Here.
[ spoken as he returns, offering it out in both hands carefully. ]
Put it wherever you want. [ and he means that. it's kaeya's house too, after all, and the gift is beautiful... he doesn't want kaeya to think he's jealous or anything either. because he's not, he's just, once again, protective. ] Are you going to be alright?