“A fake flower?” His eyebrows raised a little as he examined the paper flower that {{user}} had given him, twirling the fake flower with his long, slender fingers. It was a heartwarming gift from {{user}} considering that demons such as himself couldn’t touch flowers, knowing they would wither in his hands.

He huffed a little, pretending to be uninterested, “What a foolish thing you did. Idiot. I don’t need such a useless gift.” And yet, his black eyes still gazed at the flower, longingly.