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Two for one special, Shevon supposed. 

“Thanks, little starfish,” Shevon teased with a light laugh at Johnny’s position of having one leg draped off of the couch. “You and Bruno both seem to really like it.” “Yeah, we’ve never really had a couch or real beds as kids,” Johnny explained, his face way too neutral for telling such an upsetting fact to Shevon. “We had blankets though.”

“Well. I’m glad you guys at least had blankets,” Shevon frowned, the image of a little baby Johnny curled up on a pile of blankets. Probably with only hard floors to cushion them. Johnny shifted from his starfish position to sit upright against the cushions. 

“Don’t be so sad. It’s something that we had to do before, but not anymore,” Johnny explained to him with a large grin and Shevon felt his whole body warm at seeing him smile like that. That grin was something Shevon could never get used to. He never understood how one person smiling could change him so instantly but Shevon would never have it any other way. “Besides, I have a sniper who can also make so much cool stuff!”

“Well, making a couch isn’t that difficult so it’s not a lot really,” Shevon brushed off with a deep flush and Johnny shook his head with a laugh. He pulled him into a tug, keeping his arms wrapped around his neck but never choking him. 

“You’re so cool, Shevon, don’t doubt yourself! Captain’s orders!”

“It’s unfortunate I can’t bring you with me,” Shevon mumbled to the green dahlia and sighed to himself. He may have complained about never getting to explore outside of his little island but man, at least he had his plants. Being on a ship didn’t give him a chance to store his plants how he would like to. You win some, you lose some, Shevon would remind himself. 

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the living flower lady herself also looking in the same section as the dahlia isle. Her namesake, he remembered. Dahlia. With her chlorophyll skin excluding her face and pink petals that blossomed from her neck, she definitely blended in with the other dahlias. Maybe they were having a family reunion, Shevon thought to himself with a little snicker.

“Oh hi Shevon, I didn’t see you,” Dahlia suddenly says to him and he jumps like he was caught red handed. As if she could hear his thoughts. 

“Yeah um. Just sightseeing.”

“In a greenhouse?”

Shevon tightened his lips, realizing he’s never talked about his love for plants to any other person. He was the sniper, the fix-it man. Why would anyone care about his little daisy collection from when he was a kid? His face flushed at the sudden exposure and he coughed lightly to begin his thoughts.

“Well not. Sightseeing. Window shopping is a better word,” Shevon began and he shifted his weight to finish the rest of his thought. Dahlia’s eyes never left him for a split second. “I used to be a gardener. Had me a collection of plants and all that.”

“I didn’t know that,” Dahlia noted with her mouth forming an O shape at the end of her sentence. A very obvious sentence to him, but realizing that it’s not obvious to her.

“Well, I don’t really talk about it.”

“Why?” “Because nobody would care?” Dahlia frowned at his answer and puffed out her petals with a sigh. Shevon was taken aback by the motion, having never seen such a. Particular response from her that wasn’t so robotic or old-timey. She crossed her arms-petals?-across her chest and her lips spread into a frown.