[From the side of his eye, Kaoru can see the very minute stiffness in Kei's shoulders. He swallows his bite of food, in no particular rush, then nonchalantly rolls his eyes.]
Kei isn't an orchids person, he's more... hydrangeas. Peonies. Camellias. [Everything about him gets a little softer, from his posture to his tone, and he glimpses at Kei before he adds.] Maybe even forget-me-nots.
[Pride. Bravery. Love. And then, True Love. Kaoru's grandmother is well versed in hanakotoba by nature of her profession, and there's no doubt she understands what Kaoru's confessing to. Across the table, Hikaru looks a bit striken, and their mother might be misty-eyed. For Kaoru, there's no shame in what he's said, and he meets his grandmother's gaze head on before somewhat pointedly eating another crab cake. Maybe now she'll back off his boyfriend a little.
There's no way Kei knows what he's said, but that's okay. Maybe a little safer, even.]
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Date: 2018-09-07 12:06 am (UTC)Kei isn't an orchids person, he's more... hydrangeas. Peonies. Camellias. [Everything about him gets a little softer, from his posture to his tone, and he glimpses at Kei before he adds.] Maybe even forget-me-nots.
[Pride. Bravery. Love. And then, True Love. Kaoru's grandmother is well versed in hanakotoba by nature of her profession, and there's no doubt she understands what Kaoru's confessing to. Across the table, Hikaru looks a bit striken, and their mother might be misty-eyed. For Kaoru, there's no shame in what he's said, and he meets his grandmother's gaze head on before somewhat pointedly eating another crab cake. Maybe now she'll back off his boyfriend a little.
There's no way Kei knows what he's said, but that's okay. Maybe a little safer, even.]