[Flattered considerably, Luke resolves to definitely speak with Beauty. It didn't take much.
On the other hand, what to do with this rose? Twirling it idly between his fingers as he takes a deep drink of hot chocolate, he looks over the rim of the mug at Senri, considering his works. When he finally puts it down, he has a chocolate foam mustache.]
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On the other hand, what to do with this rose? Twirling it idly between his fingers as he takes a deep drink of hot chocolate, he looks over the rim of the mug at Senri, considering his works. When he finally puts it down, he has a chocolate foam mustache.]
Thank you. I'll give it a shot.