[ And suddenly, the strike to the wall makes sense.

Oh, Maruki is never, ever going to live this down.

However, his full body panic over her entering his room, via Akechi, dressed the way that she is, with flowers for him–

Is waylaid by the realization that she? Has flowers? For him? ]

Oh! Oh, you did say you were going to do that, didn't you...

[ They're lovely, fragrant. Scent memory is a strong thing and his vision shakes for a moment before he looks from the flowers to Night Sky, grin faded into something more quietly grateful. ]

Thank you. I don't know what else to say to something like that...