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"H-hey! Watch out!"

She'd just walked into Cafe December to order her usual hot chocolate, but it seemed Susie was destined to come to somebody's rescue again; noticing a girl at the top of a very high ladder against a bookshelf.. suddenly come tumbling backwards. She scampered into the place, pushing past the other patrons just in time to thrust her arms out; catching the girl before she hit the floor. Looks like she was pulling out a really heavy book and lost her balance..

"Are you okay?! Damn, lucky I was here to catch you! You could've really gotten hurt, you--"

          rocky didn't understand what was happening on the island, really. despite all the time he'd spent around grace, he still wasn't a scientist, and he definitely wasn't an expert on human ( or human-adjacent ) biology. plus, there wasn't exactly a surplus of people he could ask. and so he wasn't shy to admit that whatever was happening was a mystery to him. because rocky was still pretty sure that humans weren't supposed to be growing flora from their skin, and that's what... seemed to be happening here.

Nimble fingers weave the short stems together, stringing them into a long chain. The flowers all seem to be coming from him, as evident by him picking a cypress vine off his shoulder when he reaches the end of the chain and attaching it before connecting the two ends.

It looks like he's been at it for a while now, given the few crowns that already lie in the grass around him. Doesn't look like he's running out of flowers any time soon either.

Something about her feels familiar...but no, they shouldn't have met before. Perhaps he was recalling another soul who had the same quiet vibes, one he hadn't sensed in a long while now.

So Aurelius is content to stay in his place, seated on a park bench with a random book, until a gust of wind blows through the place and scatters the pages of the girl's sketchbook as well as upending her whole box of colored pencils.

Blue-green and red-orange stop in their tracks before hitting Aurelius's face; following them, the other pencils freeze as well, suspended in mid-air. Then they obediently line up and return to their places in the pencil box, which then floats back to the girl who was sketching on her own.

“I’ve heard some people say that your teenage years are the best of your life… I really wish they wouldn’t say that to teenagers. I remember being her age; it was horrible and confusing… a truly terrible time to be, never mind to be alone. It’s one thing to think you don’t deserve friends, but it’s another to have someone tell you that. I guess… I would know. To be isolated and… kept because of some innate ability.”

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