Although I was ecstatic, I answered my little friend with a nod to confirm that the drawing was now his.
His calling me simply Marianne felt slightly odd yet refreshing. Somehow... If I'm to describe it... it just gave me the ultimate sensation of us truly becoming friends after so many afternoons of strolls through this garden.
"~~! Marianne drew this secretly, right?? I always peek at your art but I hadn't seen this one~ Hihi!" — Dioclecià energetically said, while placing his hands on the place his figure was.
'Of course~ I'm stealthy as a ninja. Have you ever even heard our steps?? I can keep a drawing a secret with ease~'
As smug as I am, I proudly told him inwardly as I brought the gifted flower to my nose; relaxed since he was putting into practice the first name addressing.
The flower was one I had seen before yet never knew the name of.
