[... He would like nothing more than to put his hand on top of those daisies and ruffle them as if they were Ven or Roxas' hair now. But no, he mustn't.
Returning her flat look, he opens the door to room two eighty-eight and begrudgingly holds it open for the Bearer of Daisies.]
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Returning her flat look, he opens the door to room two eighty-eight and begrudgingly holds it open for the Bearer of Daisies.]