[ Micah hums thoughtfully, having let her finish without interruption. While she'd been speaking, his work slowed as he listened, gaze traveling over the assortment of flowers all around them. Leaning over, he brushes the edges of the nearest flower cluster, watching the way the purple stands out against his skin. ]
Even the colors. I wonder who got to decide. No one really uses a language like that nowadays, right?
[ At least not that he's seen.
Retracting his hands, he pushes to a stand and circles her to pick up a colorful cluster of hydrangeas. When he kneels again, it's closer to her this time, side by side. A nonverbal cue that he doesn't mind the conversation. ]
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Even the colors. I wonder who got to decide. No one really uses a language like that nowadays, right?
[ At least not that he's seen.
Retracting his hands, he pushes to a stand and circles her to pick up a colorful cluster of hydrangeas. When he kneels again, it's closer to her this time, side by side. A nonverbal cue that he doesn't mind the conversation. ]