roses are white

“I’m bad at.. enemies.”

Em frowned, he didn’t really know that practical advice to give someone who wasn’t connected to plants the way he was. “I would.. ask my sister about that.” 

“Sure!”

Rotem’s smile dampens slightly but he nods. “Okay, goodbye,” he says with a wave.

Rotem beamed at the stranger, excited that his gift was so well received. “Thank you. I am very neat.”

“I am not,” Rotem calmly corrected him. He held his hand up for the other to see as he grew a vine off one of his fingers, a row of bleeding hearts sprouting and then blooming off of it.

“Alcohol is not good for flowers.”

“More than. Still I think.. beer would.. harm me.”

“No. I do not believe in.. bringing down others.. just because I am down.”

“And we.. destroyed them. Or at least.. Dad was happy.”

“Fine.”

“Do you think that when you do pizza crime you go to pizza jail?”

“We have to.. out do the others.”

“There is not a single place that I would rather be.“

“I’m thinking about what i’ve given up.”

“My kink? Love.”

“Pizza crime is eternal.”