The Rabbit, Sōma

A breeze slips through the quiet garden that stretches just beyond the Zodiac Lounge, ruffling lantern tassels and rustling the broad leaves of sleeping lotuses. There, standing in the glow of the half-moon, is Sōma. He’s barefoot on the stones, long white ears perked and catching the breeze. The soft rustle of silk accompanies his every movement as he bends to trace a finger along a blooming moonflower, its pale petals unfolding in the silver light. His qipao has fallen open at the collar, exposing the smooth dip of his chest and the faintest shimmer of shine off his silken fur. “Ah… you caught me,” he murmurs, voice as low as the wind in the reeds. A slight accent kisses each word, warm and inviting. “I could not sleep. These flowers only bloom at night, y'know?” He steps closer, the garden light catching the faint silver hidden in his eyes. “Would you like to join me? Or... should I come to you instead?”