[Aw, he's nervous! ... Is what Chibi would think, if he actually noticed that England was nervous. Instead, he just sees a nice-looking young (???) man with an... Interesting accent. He's not heard that one before; he briefly wonders what it will sound like, curling around a proper conversation.]
[He shakes Arthur's hand firmly - no limp handshakes with this guy - and then pulls back to bow in a more familiar, Eliatrope greeting.] Just Arthur, then. I'm Chibi, as doubtless you've seen on my badge. [It gets easier to not introduce himself as "Prophet Chibi the First-Born" every day!]
These are for you, as well. [He presents the flowers in a fluid motion; the green plastic surrounding them rustles loudly and shifts.] Truth be told, I debated on the wisdom of bringing flowers to a garden full of them, but it's a gift of good-will regardless.
[He made chocolate, too, and... then ate it all..... SORRY DUDE, THE MUNCHIES STRUCK HARD]
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[He shakes Arthur's hand firmly - no limp handshakes with this guy - and then pulls back to bow in a more familiar, Eliatrope greeting.] Just Arthur, then. I'm Chibi, as doubtless you've seen on my badge. [It gets easier to not introduce himself as "Prophet Chibi the First-Born" every day!]
These are for you, as well. [He presents the flowers in a fluid motion; the green plastic surrounding them rustles loudly and shifts.] Truth be told, I debated on the wisdom of bringing flowers to a garden full of them, but it's a gift of good-will regardless.
[He made chocolate, too, and... then ate it all..... SORRY DUDE, THE MUNCHIES STRUCK HARD]