[RQ] Bouquet

Luka

Every time we touch, your hands are colder, colder
There's no beating coming from your wooden chest

Luka doesn't have anything in his arsenal to accomplish such destruction, but he'll happily watch his dad wreak havoc in his stead. It will still be a Lovi win by any rate.

Taking the tongs and container in hand, Luka gets as close as he feels comfortable - and as close as he can get without feeling the daisy's effects - and pops the lid open, tongs at the ready as his dad's magic does...something. Luka can see the visual effects but he doesn't have the inherent talent to feel it, which will always be little disappointing. "Ready," he confirms only once he's confident in saying it. Now wasn't a time to be playing brave or unaffected. Not even after they've completed the springs' new upgrade, really.

Using the tongs with an extended arm is a bit unwieldy but it gets the job done. Keeping a hold on the plant when it's so bottom-heavy is a bit precarious, but it's nothing he can't handle with a little extra focus. The rest is rather...anticlimactic. The daisy goes in root-first, soil puffing up against the sides of the glass and sickly white petals bouncing as Luka deposits it inside. Closing it (also with the tongs) Luka grimaces and stands so he can backpedal just in case there are any void insects, clearing the way for his dad to destroy them if necessary. "Got it," he reports as he goes, firmly clamping the metal seal on the outside of the container just to ensure it's true.

Frozen grin, a mannequin when I get closer
I can see the strings, they're underneath your vest