*falls asleep in Killer's garden and is probably crushing the flowers,*
The one time Killer decided to physically plant things, to section off a small area of land just for himself, for his whims and fancies. It was a mistake, he realised that now, he would just need to come to accept that he wasn’t allowed nice things. Some grand force in the universe refused to let it happen. Spade instead of sword at his hip, mask still in place but with a rather large wicker broad rim sun hat on top, it was ridiculous but the joys of the small plot was that no one actually saw him. That is until now…
“I’m not going to say I’m annoyed, but… if you do not move off of my Mazus flowers I will not remain to be so pleasantly tempered.” The tone was almost a growl, fingers twitching at his sides before being curled into fists, the frustration roiling beneath his skin making him want to snap but he tried to maintain his composure.
Nudging the young man with the toe of his boot, something about him setting off alarm bells in the back of his mind, he seemed familiar. “If you want to sleep why don’t you move to one of the benches? Instead of crushing my flowers, this is a garden not a free for all lounge.”
