[Hitsugaya Toushirou is surrounded by flowers. So. Many. Pretty. Flowers. He's at the Hanging Gardens, and in his hands is just about one of everything. Despite the scenery, he look harried, and when he opens his mouth, it's to utter an exasperated question, every syllable over-emphasized.]
How the hell do you choose which ones?
[And while he's
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