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“...magic. right.” or whatever the fuck she said. he was baffled either way. "so then this must be a dream." it had to be. or maybe he really was hallucinating? no, she just said he wasn’t. but maybe she’s an hallucination too?

he couldn’t help but beam a smile in return, as he puts a hand to his hip. “yeah, no prob! my brother loves gardening, so I understand the dedication.” it was admirable, to say the least. i mean, taking care of a patch of dirt for months? that takes a lot patience - more than he’ll ever have.

“oh.” well that would make sense. not being the one to judge, he simply nods. he wasn’t exactly a model student himself, so he could understand her reasons. besides, it wasn’t really his place to tell her what to do. “...I can help you if you’d like? I have lunch right now.”

“okay but...abs.” god, does he love abs.

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“did you grow these? they’re beautiful.” passing by the fellow man, he couldn’t help but notice the gathering of flowers. while he wasn’t a big gardening fan, he could find himself appreciating it. gardening wasn’t a mere easy task, after all.

“uh--” he jolts as the book was shoved towards him. looking down, he skims the page cluelessly. “er, no. I can’t.” he says not even a few seconds after. it didn’t take much to see just how complicated this was. this was calculus, after all. staring at it would make anyone feel stupid. 

all it took was her gentle voice for him to snap from his thoughts, as he gazes at her with widened specs. “oh. uh...” jumbled, he couldn’t think of a proper reply. rather, he keeps his eyes locked on her - afraid to look back into the disordered world he had stumbled upon. "w-who...?” the more he stared, the more he began to realize that this was anything BUT a dream.

he supposes he shouldn’t judge, but man. it’s stuff like this that reminds him how weird people are. “so is this like...a permanent piercing?” if he could even call it that. he wasn’t sure how to call it.

“I think that’s even more inexcusable than saying a dog ate it.” he scoffs, before raising a brow curiously. “why are you doing math out in the heat anyway?” he’d understand if it was gym, but math...?

“h-hey, are you alright?” he asks, his eyes gleaming with worry. at first he had been hesitant to approach, not wanting to come off as suspicious. but seeing the kid hurt, he couldn’t just let him be.

“oh, no - it’s okay. frankly I’m not a fan of math either.” it was rare to find anyone who was. it’s not exaggerating to say that it was a universally hated subject for most. that’s why it wasn’t so startling when the girl had begun her inane ranting. if yelling could even be counted as such.

"huh?” turning, he simple casts a gaze at her. was she talking to him? he’s just going to assume yes, seeing as there was no else around. “er, maybe you’re just tired?”

“that...looks uncomfortable.” he couldn’t help but blurt out upon sight of the gem. actually, it looks more painful than anything. the gem was practically fused into the guy’s neck. could he eat like that? could he even talk? this is just taking piercings to a whole new level.