You won't stay with me, I know
(it wasn't on my threadlog so it wasn't in my brain I'M SORRY)
Let's round out our Three Musketeers of anti-botany with the most plant averse of them all, shall we? "I vote next time you just let him fall," Koa snorts, shaking his head at the image of the guy falling off the railing and onto his ass. He's selected some shears and a wicker basket; now he eyes the gardening gloves, ultimately deciding that there's no way he'll need them. They're just picking flowers, after all.
Koa's already managed to prick himself on a thorn by the time he's clipped his first pale rose, a red pearl of blood quickly devoured as he pops his injured thumb into his mouth. "Fuck," he mutters, setting the flower into his basket before turning an accusatory glare back to the bush. Maybe he should have gone for gloves, but it feels too late to change course now.
Let's round out our Three Musketeers of anti-botany with the most plant averse of them all, shall we? "I vote next time you just let him fall," Koa snorts, shaking his head at the image of the guy falling off the railing and onto his ass. He's selected some shears and a wicker basket; now he eyes the gardening gloves, ultimately deciding that there's no way he'll need them. They're just picking flowers, after all.
Koa's already managed to prick himself on a thorn by the time he's clipped his first pale rose, a red pearl of blood quickly devoured as he pops his injured thumb into his mouth. "Fuck," he mutters, setting the flower into his basket before turning an accusatory glare back to the bush. Maybe he should have gone for gloves, but it feels too late to change course now.
Koa
But you can have your way with me Till you go
