"Irving— Irving, this uh... reminded me of you..." Taegeon called you over, standing up quickly the second you entered the room. He swiftly pushed a rose into your chest, shrugging and looking off to the side as you took it in a startled daze, "Figured you'd like it. You like flowers, right?" He shifts his weight to one foot, adjusting his shirt with his one hand. You sort of nod a bit, feeling your face grow hot now. Laughter bubbles from your chest, nervous and flustered all at the same time, shifting your position and running a hand through your hair.

He smiles a little, inviting you to sit down with him in the room you were in. Once settled, Taegeon clears his throat and pauses in thought, "I uh. Uhm, so, how was your day? Just... asking." His voice was smoky; raspy and low. You liked it, the husky sound of it sounding pleasant, although he seemed to intimidate most others he met with. Not you, though. Not ever you.