[ Like a child, Bolin's attention wanders at the drop of a hat, and suddenly the flowers caught his eye. It takes him a moment to even register where it's coming from - is it raining flowers? Adra's magic is truly incredible.
But it's not raining, the orchid's fallen from Adra's hair and Bolin picks it up with a small smile, standing up from his crouch to settle on the arm of the couch instead. ]
You dropped this. [ Before he's reaching forward to place it back. It's sloppy because he has no experience, and a little lopsided. ]
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But it's not raining, the orchid's fallen from Adra's hair and Bolin picks it up with a small smile, standing up from his crouch to settle on the arm of the couch instead. ]
You dropped this. [ Before he's reaching forward to place it back. It's sloppy because he has no experience, and a little lopsided. ]
I'll do your arms next!