(He looks down at his heel, at the crushed flowers beneath his foot and at the flowers around him that now seem to go silent as if sensing his thoughts. He's considering it.)
If we plucked them, they would die slowly. (Withering up bit by bit each day until they die pitiful and ugly. And would they keep talking after being plucked?) It would be boring.
[ He's not really opposed to grinding any flowers under his foot. It does, however, seem like an unnecessarily extreme manner to dispose of them. ]
Hmm, no, I don't think there's anyone for me to offer one of these flowers.
[ Chesed moves to join the other man near the flower bed. He crouches down by one, scrutinizing all of the plant's features. One by one, the flowers begin to whisper amongst themselves again.
"He threw away all the comforts of his life and has nothing to show for it."
"His family was right for rejecting his decision."
"You were in charge of employee welfare, but you let everyone die."
Chesed can only shrug in response. None of it is wrong. ]
Then, what would be more exciting compared to plucking them one by one?
[ He doesn't mind providing a distraction at all. ]
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Oh, I prefer these ones by far. The ones I'd known in the past had a penchant for making people's heads explode.
[ It's much, much cleaner to deal with these flowers in comparison.
Chesed's gaze strays to whispering flowers; there must be a heavy burden weighing upon his company's shoulders. ]
I wouldn't mind assisting you in plucking a few unruly flowers if that would put you at ease.
[ Sorry, Tsurumaru. He totally saw you crushing some talking flowers under your heel. ]
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(He looks down at his heel, at the crushed flowers beneath his foot and at the flowers around him that now seem to go silent as if sensing his thoughts. He's considering it.)
If we plucked them, they would die slowly. (Withering up bit by bit each day until they die pitiful and ugly. And would they keep talking after being plucked?) It would be boring.
Unless you have someone you want to gift.
(That would be exciting.)
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Hmm, no, I don't think there's anyone for me to offer one of these flowers.
[ Chesed moves to join the other man near the flower bed. He crouches down by one, scrutinizing all of the plant's features. One by one, the flowers begin to whisper amongst themselves again.
"He threw away all the comforts of his life and has nothing to show for it."
"His family was right for rejecting his decision."
"You were in charge of employee welfare, but you let everyone die."
Chesed can only shrug in response. None of it is wrong. ]
Then, what would be more exciting compared to plucking them one by one?
[ He doesn't mind providing a distraction at all. ]