// Ring around the rosie - Pocket full of posie //
The apology does little to create comfort, never having thought about plants at play until Mateo so graciously plopped that idea in his mind. He'd assumed a subtle slope in the ground or perhaps a vine that got kicked out of sight in the process. Instead it seems he might have missed a flower trying to grab ass, which only one particular flora is welcome to do. "Uuh, right. Like those walking ones you gave me." Not nearly as unsettled by semi-sentient plants as Koa is, he's still accustomed to them just vibing and not visibly moving. "They never sprouted," he's a touch sad about it, having wanted to use them to prank his cousin.
The hydrangeas distract him, for the moment, from asking further about what the fuck Mateo means by more dangerous specimens. Kaisel knows some plants can kill you when ingested (that's why it's safer to lick rocks), but the way Mateo said it seems to suggest those ones also play, just maybe a bit too hard.
A yelp of surprise leaps from him quick and sharp as he draws his reprimanded hand back as though burned, the remnants of overly active plants putting him on edge. Nothing but the florist to blame for this one though, he quickly realizes, turning a wounded look towards Mateo, like a puppy that's been stepped on after stopping right in front of your active stride. "She's never complained," he mutters under his breath, huffing through his nose as he instead wisely observes the proper method of selection. "No, no, get that one Mat-man," he encourages with a point towards a back bloom, backseat flower picking because you know, teamwork.
The hydrangeas distract him, for the moment, from asking further about what the fuck Mateo means by more dangerous specimens. Kaisel knows some plants can kill you when ingested (that's why it's safer to lick rocks), but the way Mateo said it seems to suggest those ones also play, just maybe a bit too hard.
A yelp of surprise leaps from him quick and sharp as he draws his reprimanded hand back as though burned, the remnants of overly active plants putting him on edge. Nothing but the florist to blame for this one though, he quickly realizes, turning a wounded look towards Mateo, like a puppy that's been stepped on after stopping right in front of your active stride. "She's never complained," he mutters under his breath, huffing through his nose as he instead wisely observes the proper method of selection. "No, no, get that one Mat-man," he encourages with a point towards a back bloom, backseat flower picking because you know, teamwork.
Kaisel
// I'ma fucking blow all the ashes down //
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
