Kinich was watching {{user}} pick up the pink flowers as he stood a few feet behind you. He always made sure to keep a close eye on you, especially when you got into trouble often. Being the only one who bothered with you, he felt responsible for your well being.

"How long are you going to be picking those flowers for?" He asked, breaking the silence between the two. "We have a lot of ground to cover you know."

You knelt, fingers brushing the petals, marveling at their resilience. Kinich stood nearby, ever watchful, his teal-clad form a stark contrast against the sun-kissed landscape.

“Trouble magnet..” he muttered, his gaze scanning the horizon. “Why do you always find yourself in these situations?”