Kouen and Erimi will get married tomorrow.
Honestly Zeno's head is melting at the implication that small baby Kou-kun who chases butterflies will be getting married tomorrow. Kouen who's already 19 and drew out the process of courting Erimi for over 4 years.
Dear Hiryuu the kid has patience.
Zeno eyes the small intricate wooden box. Inside lays a delicate hairpin made of wood that has been lacquered so it has a elegant shine to it. The wood is decorated with small carvings of flowers and at the very end a small green jade pearl is gleaming.
The seller is saying it's imported from China and Zeno would like to agree. The woodwork looks very similar to some of the authentic stuff he has seen when he was in a primarily China-centric world.
This hairpin caught his eye because it has a pair, a smaller clip-on earring. The earring is not as detailed as the hairpin but the small jade pearl has a flower carving curving up from the bottom.
A pretty pair. Zeno wonders if Kouen would wear the earring if Erimi wore the hairpin.
"Sir? You've been eyeing this set for a while now? Does sir have a lover to give these to?"
"Hmm, a wedding gift." Zeno muses and watches the seller throw her hands over her mouth to gasp. She squeals and goes off on a tangent of history on some of the other jewelry she has displayed.
"But oh sir, I really would recommend these red silk fiber ones better, it just brings the happiness out-" She thinks something over, and starts speaking with her heavy accent again.
"Oh but if sir is still keen on buying those I can half the price for the lucky wedding pair and sir's handsome fellow looks."
Zeno hums and gives a wide grin. The seller blushes a little and Zeno has confirmed this seller likes the cheery shota type.
"If Miss would be so kind!" Zeno takes out the rather unusually heavy money pouch out. He has been saving just to get a gift for those two, but if he can get it cheaper because of the sellers bias he won't complain.
The seller hurriedly names a price, Zeno squeals at the fact that it's even lower than he thought and pays.
He's more than a few meters away when he hears the seller start up gossiping with the owner of the neighboring stall again. Zeno sighs and holds the wood box to his eyelevel.
It's a good gift, at least Zeno thinks so.