[Kotarou just so happened to be waiting in line as he stood behind Kainé watching her examine the flower. Now he should've been smart and kept his mouth shut, but he had a bad habit of saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. Especially to dangerous looking people... But he couldn't help and feel delinquent vibes from her. It reminded him of an old friend of his.

She had a pair of swords, so she was definitely the fierce type. Though the flower that she was holding probably held a significant meaning for her. Ah, he feels rather poetic all of the sudden...!]

"And so, the scantily clad babe had stood quietly reminiscing upon the mysterious flower known as "youth". And what is 'youth' she quietly pondered? Was youth fleeing like a cherry blossom pedal flying through the skies? Was youth as memorable as a firework shooting into the night? Was youth as sacred as a pinkie promise between two childhood friends destined to marry each other?"

[Did you ask for a narrator, Kainé? Because Kotarou is here to fulfill that role in a lemony dramatic voice. He does drop it for his own regular voice, though.]

Who knows! But I'm a little curious about what kind of flower that is.