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[he's kneeling, clad in normal attire for once and reveling in the freeness that comes with short sleeves and loose pants. currently he's out in the hall, broom held awkwardly in one hand and a dust pan in the other. pretty boy never had to do chores at home, so when he bends down to awkwardly brush a clump of rose petals from inside his room into the dust pan, most of them miss their target.]