flower crowns [★] A WITNESS TO TIME

[arcy]

[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 65%; font-family: timesnewroman; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify;"]Jim knew flower crowns existed, obviously. Though, he didn't have the greatest memories attached to them. Riverside wasn't lively enough for such a thing, so it took place on ... Tarsus. God, he hasn't said that name in years. Probably part of the healing process to .. not .. avoid its name like the plague. The younger kids had liked them, and Jim had been ever-tolerant to them shoving flowers in his hair and making flower crowns. (most of them were dead now, but -- )
The flash of pain upon seeing the garland on Kiira's head is expected. There's a flash of wilting pain on his expression, but it's gone, easy to be ignored. He takes a moment to gather his willpower before he grins widely, regarding the flower crown rather dramatically.
"A job well done!" He says, voice deeper and louder than it needs to as he throws a paw out for dramatics. He nearly topples over in his attempt, and makes an ancharacteristic squeaking noise as he stumbles, trying to steady himself. He shakes himself, and then continues on like he didn't just squeak and nearly fall over. "Did ya just learn, or?" He asks, tilting his head. Just to make conversation. Dogpiling compliments was well and fine, but it was also boring.
//listen Dont acknowledge that i replied like a week late

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