Braiding Dandelions through Leona’s hair while both of you rest in the gardens, on the emerald green lawn. You keep laughing while you braid, fingers trembling away. While your hands work their magic, threading stem after stem into his Carmel mane, Leona takes a little nap. Leaning into you, nuzzling a little closer to your body whenever he could.

Well, until the curiosity got the better of him. You kept chuckling, even while messing with his hair. You can’t blame Leona for being curious. When Leona finally asks you what’s so funny, you do a humble little bow before saying that he was a very fine, dandy-lion indeed.

You’ll get a tired stare from half-lidded eyes, before Leona sighs in exasperation. However, if you try to remove any blossom, he’s going to grunt at you, before yanking you straight to his chest. Trapping you in his embrace, its warmth rivaling the evening’s glow.

Did he ever say he didn’t want the flowers? Honestly, herbivore. You spent so much time gathering the blossoms and twisting them into his hair, your gentle touch combing through his mane….

It’ll be a shame to just wreck it like that, yeah?