[ He lets himself be led, getting to his feet and accompanying the red-eyed child and feeling a strange sense of... nostalgia? No, that can't be it. But he doesn't have a better name for it, either.
He tries not to think about it and instead focuses on the trio of flowers that are now racing circles around them.
He narrows his gaze at them, one hand resting atop the little girl's head. ]
Alright. I'll bite. Why are they doing that? Are they supposed to do that?
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He tries not to think about it and instead focuses on the trio of flowers that are now racing circles around them.
He narrows his gaze at them, one hand resting atop the little girl's head. ]
Alright. I'll bite. Why are they doing that? Are they supposed to do that?