(It's late at night, the moon is light, the stars are bright, and everything is so completely, utterly, and totally at peace. It would be the perfect night to dream but every moment he sleeps is another moment doing nothing as far as Tsurumaru is concerned.
So he takes to the night. A dark black-blue haori hangs over his shoulders tonight and he finds himself drawn to the flowers under the moon's starry rays. This is how he stumbles onto Nehan in his lab when he sees that he isn't the only one up tonight.
He doesn't announce his presence with a hello or a surprise. Instead, he casually calls out,)
Have you heard of flowers that only bloom under the moon's cold light?
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So he takes to the night. A dark black-blue haori hangs over his shoulders tonight and he finds himself drawn to the flowers under the moon's starry rays. This is how he stumbles onto Nehan in his lab when he sees that he isn't the only one up tonight.
He doesn't announce his presence with a hello or a surprise. Instead, he casually calls out,)
Have you heard of flowers that only bloom under the moon's cold light?