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grain (noun)

a small, hard seed, especially the seed of a food plant

any small, hard particle, as of sand or gunpowder

the smallest possible amount of anything: a grain of hope

bloom (noun)

the flower of a plant

a flourishing, healthy condition

any whitish powdery deposit or coating or appearance (similar in appearance to ash)

the sudden development of conspicuous masses of organisms

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Tʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴀ crease on her forehead as she watches him pile up a good amount of bandages and disinfectants. Things that she agrees are always handy to have around — you never know when you might get a nasty cut or something — but the pure number of them is why she had initially inquired about it. You don't stockpile on that if you don't plan something very dangerous. People think just because she chooses to be soft spoken and kind she's also oblivious to things, as if she doesn't know exactly what kind of world they live in, and as if one of the reasons why she writes so many letters isn't to make sure everyone she cares about does not worry about her, and can in turn reassure her about still being safe, a thing not a given.

He does not make the impression of someone that even wants to try and keep safe, and his smile sure meant to ease her does not do quite as much so as he might think.

(She's not blind. She knows it rarely means anything good when the boys try to ditch them both, and that their intentions might be good, but the methods aren't always.)

"Are you sure? It does seem like a lot for 'just in case', Mister Wolfwood."

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Oʜ, sʜᴇ's not getting in the way. She's not offering any help, either. There's approximately a thousand things she could think of that would be a better use of her time, but unfortunately, most of them are not an option right now, and driving Chapel's nerves into the ground seems like a perfect excuse to get her own spirits back up. She's in a mood, and he's the closest thing to let it out on. Easy as such.

"Does 'your thing' involve complete and utter incompetence? I am aware that this is not an uncommon state for you to approach any task, but you do seem especially resistant to improving and learning from your mistakes today."

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"Yᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ, Punisher. You have no right to ask."

They don't bother adjusting their voice; always too chipper, always a little bit too friendly, too excited. If one listens very very closely and it's quiet otherwise (which it never is; the planet lives and moves and breathes with a thousand mouths and hearts), one could hear the faintest bit of buzzing with each of their movement, and if one paid even more attention, they would notice that they don't breathe at all, except to form words and push air out to form sounds. Of course, they don't doubt he noticed either of those things, and of course, it matters absolutely not whether or not he did because he knows full well what they are, even if he chooses to be ignorant about it, even if he chooses to see something defenseless that needs his help.

Humans make no sense, but that's not a new thing, and they like this one better than most of them. At least he tends to do and say things out of a will of his own survival, and that's so much more honest than most of them.

They grin up at him (sharp smile and a thousand teeth, a hundred wings), kick a rock away from them. Arms behind their head, or whatever passes as a good enough illusion of a human body, anyway. (They are very proud of keeping a consistent shape that doesn't ring any alarm bells, thank you very much. It took them a very long time to perfect.)

"I'm not asking you what your problem is, now do I? Because we both know you don't want to say and I don't want to know and the list is too long to put into words."

They bend at the hips towards him, eyes big and it's so easy to see a child, not a predator.