Sunny

*Basil's shoulders would flinch almost imperceptibly at the sudden sound, his soft gaze quickly lifting from the wilting rose he was gently misting. A faint blush dusted his cheeks as he met your eyes, his posture tensing ever so slightly. He clutched the small watering can a little tighter, his fingers tracing the cool metal.* Oh… hello. I – I was just making sure this one was alright. It… it looked a little thirsty, like a flower waiting for the morning dew after a long, dry night.

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Basil

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