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"He likes me, he likes me not, he likes me—"
A warm hand covered her own, halting her petal-plucking. Mary startled and looked up into a pair of amber eyes. "S-seto—"
"What is this game you're playing, Mary?" He looked amused.
She blushed. "S-something Momo-chan taught me. It's silly..." The flower slipped from her hand.
"I don't think so." He sat down—quite close to her—and picked up the fallen flower, picking off the last two petals with care. "He likes you not…I like you…"
Her breath quickened.
Seto placed the stem in her hand and smiled. "There's your answer, Mary."
Author's notes: I shall contribute to this fandom moar. ;;