>You quickly abscond from Robin’s never ending reign of fights and retreat to grab a new sweater, one that’s less dirty from fighting.
>You do a stretch as you head out from your room, passing by the one the mysterious fluxed guy had been sleeping in. You’ve been leaving food there, each time you go in it’s been eaten but he’s never awake.
>It’d freak you out if you hadn’t seen weird things, and weirder people. Like you.
>You make your way down towards the basement. You’ve postponed this long enough…
>You both have really.
Zebra? Zebra you down here?
Oh it’s not bad, I just pass out for a few hours…or days. Nothing bad, maybe a few bad dream…Im getting off topic.
>Forgotten!
>You slowly rise up, finally catching your breath.
I’m perfectly fine, really. Promise.
Right… uh… okay!
>you busy yourself with getting all the seeds planted and watered
>the image of someone sped up, aging at rapid speed until there was nothing left but bones and then dust
>that’s going to haunt you for a while
Anyways…flowers-and I’m down again.
>You flop down, groaning.
Leave me to die in sleep, wait dont.
>That didnt go well last time! And you don’t need your friends in your memories again.
Lets uh, just record whats going on with the sped up flower. Whats that dude up too?
They’re growing fast… possibly too fast…
>you watch as a few of the plants grow up and wither away before you could even think to get them pollinated between specimens
>the others seem to growing at regular speed for magic flowers
We might have better luck with these ones… just gotta wait
Thats good, well not the dying ones, but still this is knowledge and progress.
>You wave your hand, bringing your book over to write in it.
Time magic withers away flowers far to quickly…must proceed to grow at a natural rate.
Yeah, so hoooopefully everything will go smoothly. It should but you never know.
>since you have to wait… what do you do now?
>you wander over to the desk and pick up your lexica majykal botanical… seriously who named this thing, what the hell is that spelling…
>you flip through it idly, watching the pages turn almost as much as you’re skimming the contents
>you stop on a page of how to make specially scented and coloured flowers… you have all the supplies necessary to make them, and you have nothing else to do…
>You hum as you look a bit closer.
>You set your book to your side, looking up at the ceiling.
>Zebra…Zebra…what kind of name is Zebra
>What kind of name is Six you hypocrite.
Hey um…you know I just realized we don’t really know each other all that well. Wanna play thirty questions for a bit? Get to know each other?
Figured we should, since we’re working on this together-of course you dont have to! Just-yeah.
>You feel your face heat up from embarrassment, good going on the rambaling.
>you hear her talking and immediately try to focus on the words
What?
>good going mouth, let brain catch up with you ya idiot
>…. wow you really don’t know anyone do you…
>you don’t remember much really but it’s starting to come back a bit
>maybe the game would help
Sorry was processing… uh… yeah sure, though history questions might be a bit harder cause I don’t remember much. And I don’t wanna pry into your history either…
>You nod, giving a thumbs up from the ground.
Yeah, it can be simple questions or other junk. Like…whats your favorite color?
>Best not to trtnand pry to much. Dont want some sort of mental shutdown
>Just try and keep busy till we both get sleepy or the flower grows
>Magic flowers be weird
Uh favourite colour... hmm...
>You set the book down, open on the page you’d stopped on, while you think
>You move over and sit next to Six, rubbing your forehead and touching the horn nubs you had now
Honestly I like most colours... though my favourite is probably a sort of pastel lavender. What about yours?
