+ @silverfvng
"i said softly, you fuck. i'm so fucking serious—" this is beck's third attempt at gardening, though he can't quite call it his attempt. see— attempt number one led to his tiny succulent shriveling up like a has-been diva, flopped over the side of its little pot like every single hope and dream beck's ever had. he figured, okay. maybe watering it everyday wasn't the move. that led to attempt number two, where beck did the opposite. and thus, the second succulent left in beck's care dried up right before his eyes.
but he's going to get it right this time, goddammit. he's going to get it right because this time, beck's burdened someone else to garden for him! so if beck has an anti-plant curse placed on him, it's immediately null and void because it's fetch doing a shit job of transplanting this succulent! it's not beck's fault! and maybe beck will find something he's good at that he never would've discovered while he was alive!
"—if you kill gerald, honest to god i'm gonna milk piss from a cat and pour it on your pillow."
FETCH was so close to just dropping everything and leaving, he could feel all his muscles twitching. He may have been brought up on a farm but that was a long time ago and besides he was not the one who did all the farming. "Y'know, you could just do it yoursel-- oh wait, you can't." The man snickered slightly. "I'm doing my bloody best and if you don't stop yer whining I swear on my mother's grave, I will find an exorcist to shut you up permanently."
His hands did start to move more carefully as he leaned to retrieve the plant from its current box - pot - and slowly clean the old soil off it. "Don't we like need to clean it and make sure there aren't any root infections?" Fetch's head turned to the side as he looked critically at Beck's green child. He was so lost. He really wished his sister was here, she'd know what to you. "Could'ya please try not to explode my phone and replay that last bit of the video? Just double checking if we didn't miss any steps."
A drop of sweat was slowly rolling down his temple and he could feel it tickling. He also knew that if he decided to brush it off, Beck would consider that an attack on the succulent. Probably.
