[The vendor and Michi both can protest, but the wind can't be stopped, and neither can Kouyuki.
As he tackles Michi into the stand, sending explosions of flowers like fireworks up into the air, he lets out a surprised gasp that quickly becomes ringing laughter. And he's not the only one who seems amused. Several people who are standing nearby are breaking into giggles and chortles over the sight, for it's a welcome distraction from the height of the sun in the sky and the clocks counting down to curfew. This awakens the joy in their hearts and quiets the fear...for a little while, at least.
But for Kouyuki, the battle isn't won yet, and it won't be until Michi is wearingβ
βthe necklace?
In all their flailing he finally gets a good look at it. A mostly barren length of limp string with but a few blooms left attached, as determined as he's been this whole time to hold on. It's not much of a necklace now, is it? And neither is the one he's wearing himself, or the crown in his hair. Thanks to Michi's swatting hands, just about every flower has been knocked loose. He no longer looks like a fresh garden, but a trampled one. Indignity belongs to both of them.]
That didn't go quite as planned...
[No shit, the vendor's expression reads. At this rate, if they get any redder they'll be blowing steam out their ears.]
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As he tackles Michi into the stand, sending explosions of flowers like fireworks up into the air, he lets out a surprised gasp that quickly becomes ringing laughter. And he's not the only one who seems amused. Several people who are standing nearby are breaking into giggles and chortles over the sight, for it's a welcome distraction from the height of the sun in the sky and the clocks counting down to curfew. This awakens the joy in their hearts and quiets the fear...for a little while, at least.
But for Kouyuki, the battle isn't won yet, and it won't be until Michi is wearingβ
βthe necklace?
In all their flailing he finally gets a good look at it. A mostly barren length of limp string with but a few blooms left attached, as determined as he's been this whole time to hold on. It's not much of a necklace now, is it? And neither is the one he's wearing himself, or the crown in his hair. Thanks to Michi's swatting hands, just about every flower has been knocked loose. He no longer looks like a fresh garden, but a trampled one. Indignity belongs to both of them.]
That didn't go quite as planned...
[No shit, the vendor's expression reads. At this rate, if they get any redder they'll be blowing steam out their ears.]