Jade Fern Grove Superstition aims with imprecision

of all the things he'd expected the day to bring, a golden boy rolling in flowers is definitely not one of them. at first, he thinks he's hallucinating; some kind of strange waking wet dream, right? he halts a few yards off, blinking rapidly. the boy remains. okay, not a hallucination.
the moment he realizes that, his cheeks heat up. he's never seen anything so... cute — and he almost resents the other boy for it. the behavior would look ridiculous if done by someone less striking (like jaime), but of course it has to be some sun-kissed hottie. it should be illegal to be that attractive, he thinks, paws carrying him forward without a second thought. he's never been able to resist a pretty boy, especially a flower-scented one. hi, he says shyly as he approaches, suddenly realizing how bad this idea is. he's going to make a fool of himself.