audio | un: steinbeck

[graftage]

Hey, guess things have gotten a little greener around here, huh?

[Someone sure sounds chipper - though, in Steinbeck's opinion, why wouldn't he be? All this triple moon stuff is up his alley, seriously. He continues, with that slight characteristic twang as he speaks.]

Anyways, if anyone needs errands done because they don't want to step outside 'cause of the flower problem, I'll be your guy. Groceries, delivering mail, you name it, I'll do it for you. I won't do it for much, either - maybe just a good handshake or two is totally fine.

[And a huff.]

And... also, if anyone needs a helping hand with their plants, I'm down for that too. Not to say much about myself, but...well, I deal with something like the plant thing on a pretty regular basis. Hell, I'll even trim it if it's getting in your way, I have the tools. Just give me a holler, okay? I'm here to help out.

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[graftage]

Then it's settled. I'll make a bouquet for you right away. My treat.

[tigerpoet]

As long as you accept my flowers in return ♥

[graftage]

If they're coming from you, of course I will. How could I say no to that?

[tigerpoet]

You're too kind, you'll make me blush.

[graftage]

Haha. I wouldn't mind that.

[And a huff.]

You really doing okay, though? Is the other guy taking it well?

[tigerpoet]

He gets grumpy when hacking up a flower interrupts his spars, but other than that he's fine.

[graftage]

He's hacking up flowers? You guys aren't hurt, are you?

[tigerpoet]

We're fine, I promise. It's just an occasional thing. Usually they show up much less obtrusively than that.

[graftage]

...What kind of flowers are you hacking up?

[tigerpoet]

During spars he usually gets hydrangeas. In conversation, I've gotten roses, carnations, a couple others...

[graftage]

[Huh...]

Yikes, hydrangeas are pretty large flowers, though. Are you sure it isn't hurting you two?

[tigerpoet]

I think he'd say something like 'do you think I'd be defeated by mere flowers'? Or something like that.

[graftage]

[He can't help but laugh at that.]

I guess he wouldn't be, but I just hope that it isn't causing you guys too much harm. Don't sit on it if it is, okay?

[tigerpoet]

I promise I won't. Thank you for always looking out for me, John.