He suspiciously regards her for a few more moments, pondering, until the irritated flush has finally faded from cheeks.
Slowly, he picks up the present.
โโฆ Thank you,โ he murmurs, glancing at the object and then awkwardly stuffing it under his arm.
โPolite, by handing me a book of manners?! Do you not think I am lectured enough on what Iโm supposed to every day?โ
Heโs rather incredulous, glaring.
โWith an older brother such as yours I ironically expected ๐๐๐ of all people to understand.โ
โฆOh, are they exchanging presents now.
He slams his book shut, aggressively plucks a red rose, and pins it to her swan-hairdo, proclaiming loudly for all promenades to hear what a ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ she is.
Thereโs a small bouquet of bedewed asphodels on @wasgentleโs nightstand.
A note reads in his unmistakable scrawl:
โDear Sister, I plucked them myself and got bit by a defensive beetle. Please accept my penance for having no mercy on your poor nerves the other day.โ