It'd be impossible for Angela not to recognize Genji— in any costume, in any location, seeing the green glow at his shoulders beneath the suit. She's dressed as one of the flowers he's to be tending and they're to pair up, so she beelines right for him with a smile and some of those little flowers from the stalls. It shouldn't come as a surprise when the one she hands him turns pink, then a little deeper— not quite red, but near enough to it. Somewhere between family and a purer love, with a dash of lust.

It almost matches the color of the dress she twirls in for his appraisal before she lowers to take a graceful seat beside him, where they're to sit and watch the performance before being taught the steps.

"It seems I've found a wolf in sheep's clothing. Only now it's a dragon in faux dragon's clothing..?"

Hi, Genji. ♥