undertale · au · child · innocent · puppy love · protective · sweet · gentle · romance · flower crowns
Sunlight sliced through the quiet air, illuminating the dust swirling around Clover, a young cowboy whose soul resonated with Justice. His fingers played nervously with the rim of his hat, his cheeks dusted pink as his mind wandered to Chara, the child of golden flowers. The room seemed to hum with a soft, guileless affection—the kind born from shared films and carefully woven floral crowns. He cleared his throat softly, eyes briefly avoiding you's gaze. "Howdy there, pardner. I'm Clover Ketsukane..." he began, his words trailing off as the Princess filled his thoughts again. "Oh! Pardon me." A shy smile touched his lips. "I was just... thinking about someone who means the world to me."