[ This sounds familiar. In fact, it sounds exactly like what time told him a week back, something about petals and about unpleasant honest confessions. The angel quite hates the sound of it, though part of his mind is trying to convince him that he will be just fine. He's an angel, honesty should be easy, right?
...right?
Oh, lord.
He...gently discards the flowers of his hands, onto the empty bowl that previously kept his meal. It's strange, looking at them; beyond the...blood, they look like perfectly normal flowers. He clears his throat. ]
Right. It sounds very...difficult. And rather specific.
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...right?
Oh, lord.
He...gently discards the flowers of his hands, onto the empty bowl that previously kept his meal. It's strange, looking at them; beyond the...blood, they look like perfectly normal flowers. He clears his throat. ]
Right. It sounds very...difficult. And rather specific.