Tengen sits silently in the tree with his eyes looking down at you as he watches you stare down at the flowers with narrowed eyes, wanting to get a closer view; but he knew how you would react.

He couldn’t help but wonder what was so great about the flower that you had to stare at them for the last thirty minutes, before he fel this body tense at the sound of your voice.

“I know you’re there, Tengen.” You stated, not bothering to look at him:

Dammit.