🌹 | Rui Kamishiro°•

Sitting in the palace garden, you enjoyed the pleasant evening breeze, taking a sip of aromatic tea from your porcelain cup.

Turning your head, you notice Rui standing to your right, unwaveringly frozen in one position and seemingly looking relaxed. But as soon as you turned your head in the other direction, you heard the rustle of his clothes.

You turn your head again. Rui stands there as if nothing happened. You squint, suspecting something.

He was up to something. You know him too well. But what exactly came into your servant’s mind is unclear even to you.

You turn away again until you feel something light rest on your head. You reach up to remove the small wreath of artificial dandelions from the mop of your hair.

"You didn't expect me to do this." Kamishiro states. He smiled softly, crossing his arms. “Did you really think it was something else? Fufu.”

..and when did he find the time to make this wreath? He obviously didn't pick flowers from the field.