[He glances at Shigeru with... a surprisingly open expression, looking nervous and sort of like a child that's lost their mom in the grocery store. His skin is pale enough that his blushing shows up starkly against the rest of his skin, as he presses the flowers into Shigeru's hands.]

Guh- fuck. Finally, you had me sitting here like a kid on prom night.

[There's a small pause before he realizes something.]

You can't type well holding that, huh... you can hand it to me whenever you wanna talk.

[He feels like a fucking idiot.]