#thread;mai

It had been easy to fall into an easy Rhythm with Mai. They had gotten along well over Discord after they had interacted a lot during streams. It helped that they both had an undying love for plants and he enjoyed how they had a nice duality to them. They would get in lengthy discussions about how native plants sustain a greater and more diverse insect population than introduced species do, or they could sit in complete silence while testing the PH level of their soil before potting whatever it was they had that day. It was comfortable and it helped even more that he was getting to do one of his passions while he was at it.  When the goth strolled into her apartment that day it was the same, only this time he had brought his own pots he had carved into oddly shaped mushrooms. Two for each of them. There was this little nook in his kitchen, right between the window and the wall that could really use some green-not that his whole fucking apartment wasn’t already crawling with it-and he had decided that every other pot just didn’t fit nice. It was frustrating how he couldn’t accept anything that wasn’t perfectly up to par with his vision so of course he had to make them himself. And just so happens... that Heather has a nice little place to put one of these too. So in the process of making two for himself he decided to give Mai two as well. “Sup, Mai. I made finished those pots I was talking about. Thought we could plant Tacca chantrieri. I got my hands on some.” It may not sound like he was excited, but he was really looking forward to this.