A tiny flutter of a fast heartbeat. Are you Kaito or Gakupo... lonelygoldengear?
A gentle, alabaster white hand plucked the yellow flowers next to him with careful, feminine fingers. Looking up suddenly, the young male became startled at the appearance of a stranger. Regaining his composure quickly, he seemed to rub his throat a little before speaking.
“A-Ahh… H-Hello.” One must not rustle up the disorder; should they? He smiled inwardly at his own chastising thoughts, before placing the flower close to his peach colored lips, hiding them from view. His stance was one of gentle regality; unknowing in his own naivete.