( There's a long, probably very tense moment where it looks like he's considering Chougi's words very carefully. It's just a cough. Anyone can get it. He might not understand people very well but even he can see through a lie, right?
There's another fit and again, Chougi says nothing, only making a quiet observation for a moment. He reaches into his sleeve, drawing a folded handkerchief. Without a word, he offers it out to Chougi. He's clearly coughed something up so he'll have to wipe his mouth or hands.
But if Chougi looks at it, he'll see that there's something hidden within the folds of the handkerchief. Should he open it, he'll see flowers identical to the ones that have been plaguing him, some older and dried up but others more fresh. )
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There's another fit and again, Chougi says nothing, only making a quiet observation for a moment. He reaches into his sleeve, drawing a folded handkerchief. Without a word, he offers it out to Chougi. He's clearly coughed something up so he'll have to wipe his mouth or hands.
But if Chougi looks at it, he'll see that there's something hidden within the folds of the handkerchief. Should he open it, he'll see flowers identical to the ones that have been plaguing him, some older and dried up but others more fresh. )