[Unfortunately for Takatora, his frame is not best suited to curling up like a cat; it's an elbow in his side that initially wakes Yoshitsugu up. He blinks, seeing pink.]
[Fragrance fills his senses, overwhelming him until he pulls the petal handtowel away from his face and stares at it curiously. That's... interesting.]
Where, exactly, did you find this? [Yoshitsugu says, poking his friend roughly in the ribs as he speaks.] I shall be smelling nothing else for days.
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[Fragrance fills his senses, overwhelming him until he pulls the petal handtowel away from his face and stares at it curiously. That's... interesting.]
Where, exactly, did you find this? [Yoshitsugu says, poking his friend roughly in the ribs as he speaks.] I shall be smelling nothing else for days.