[ when in doubt, ask flowers. or, the fae, or spiderlings, or little tin boxes of tea. flowers, it is today, though. besides, they're suited for Do You and Do You Nots in regards to love. he asks the last petal, it says, Do Not, and since he's sure it's lying (just like everyone else), he punishes it between the knuckle of a forefinger and the pad of his thumb until it's nothing but rose stain on his skin and dust.
that's when he notices her. his ankles stiffen and his fingers curl into his palm, while he resists the urge to run over, cheeks full of tears, and demand to have his other ear pierced. at least, it would take his mind off everything, wouldn't it? he fights it off, and when he does finally approach, it's flowing and elegant. ]
Miwako, [ he calls to her, trotting up from behind, and idly fingering his little earring. he stops when he catches up to her. ] Hullo. Where are you off to?