[The fact that he's only encouraging her violent, garden-related atrocities only further confirms what she's already known: A.B.A. is nailing socialization. She's doing it, she's being a totally normal person, blending into society like it's nothing. Paracelsus would be so proud of her, the thought makes her grin to herself and a sense of pride washes over her.
And rain. Rain also washes over her.
Already soaked to the bone and stained with blood, what's a little mud on top of that? A.B.A. follows the horned man's lead, finding spaces far enough to place her plants and clawing out little holes for them to move into. She's...surprisingly gentle, careful even, when she moves the herbs over to their new home. It's like she said before, A.B.A. can't stand when people don't understand what something is worth, so it makes sense she'd put her money where her mouth is. To ruin any of these little plants would be Wrong and Wasteful, it's just simply not allowed.]
A.B.A....
[Keeping up her trend of being really good at socializing all of a sudden, A.B.A. does not follow up and ask for his name.]
The person who owns these plants... When do you think they'll return?
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And rain. Rain also washes over her.
Already soaked to the bone and stained with blood, what's a little mud on top of that? A.B.A. follows the horned man's lead, finding spaces far enough to place her plants and clawing out little holes for them to move into. She's...surprisingly gentle, careful even, when she moves the herbs over to their new home. It's like she said before, A.B.A. can't stand when people don't understand what something is worth, so it makes sense she'd put her money where her mouth is. To ruin any of these little plants would be Wrong and Wasteful, it's just simply not allowed.]
A.B.A....
[Keeping up her trend of being really good at socializing all of a sudden, A.B.A. does not follow up and ask for his name.]
The person who owns these plants... When do you think they'll return?