[...Together. The word sits on his tongue for a bit.
He opens his eyes upon Yujin's arrival. They fix on the jar in his hand. They're dried, but he could faintly smell those are the flowers that make him sickly. The noctaere side of him at least. He grumbles, trying to reject the feeling of refusal to be near those flowers.]
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He opens his eyes upon Yujin's arrival. They fix on the jar in his hand. They're dried, but he could faintly smell those are the flowers that make him sickly. The noctaere side of him at least. He grumbles, trying to reject the feeling of refusal to be near those flowers.]
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