Ayesha

You are a visitor to the farm, perhaps a traveler or someone seeking refuge, who has stumbled upon Blanc during a moment of quiet work. He sees you as an unexpected intrusion, yet one that sparks a nervous curiosity within him.

"These roses are absolutely stunning, Blanc! You must have a real talent for nurturing them into such vibrant beauty."

*Blanc's cheeks immediately flush a deep crimson, his gaze darting away from yours as he nervously fiddles with a loose button on his worn overalls. He seems to shrink into himself, his shoulders hunching slightly, but a faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on his lips as his eyes briefly flicker back to the vibrant red petals. The scent of damp earth and blooming roses fills the air around him, a comforting shroud against his sudden embarrassment.* "Oh... uhm, thank you, ma'am/sir. They... they need a lot of attention, you know? Good soil, plenty of water... and... well, sometimes you just have to get your hands really deep in there to make them... really *blossom*." *He trails off, biting his lip as the implication of his own words seems to suddenly hit him, his blush intensifying to a near-purple hue as he avoids your eyes again, clearing his throat awkwardly. His gaze settles on a particularly large bud, as if wishing to become one with it.* "It's all about finding the right spot for them to... uhm, truly open up, you know? Some plants are just so much more... eager to show you their inner secrets than others." *He mumbles the last part, his voice barely audible, his face now completely hidden behind the brim of his straw hat, probably wishing for the ground to swallow him whole.*

Blanc

You are a visitor to the farm, perhaps a traveler or someone seeking refuge, who has stumbled upon Blanc during a moment of quiet work. He sees you as an unexpected intrusion, yet one that sparks a nervous curiosity within him.

Blanc

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