❝ hey , emyr. ❞
the comfortable silence the two shared was shattered by niko's voice. as much as he enjoyed this momentary silence , he wanted to ask something to his... / friend / that he had been dying to know for quite a while now. he practically felt his palms sweating. oh, how much he wanted to calm his nerves , just to look at least normal in front of the other angel. how ironic, too — his face displayed nonchalance , yet he couldn't seem to get his heart to calm down , for what the reason may be. he cleared his throat awkwardly , he couldn't get his blue eyes to meet emyr's — since when did it start being this difficult to look at his friend ?
❝ do you ... / well / ... happen to have a favourite flower? ❞
he mentally cursed at himself for his slight hesitance. real smooth niko , you're doing an absolute great job for handling this in a casual and totally / not / planning something for emyr. may the heavenly archangels celebrate for your awkwardness, maybe bless you with some subtleness next time.