LOCKE
He jumps back when the spray hits him, starting to curse before remembering there's a small child who will copy what he says near him. He rubs his face with his arm, trying to sooth the not-quite burn. It passes within a few moments and he can get back to whatever he's supposed to be doing. Locke crouches down next to the little hole he dug, trying to listen to Ray and figure out how he ended up planting flowers in the springs. He takes a page from Paige (get it? Haha.) and begins to crumble the bark. "Don't know nothin' about flowers but I think the moss might work better if it's not crumbled." He has no proof of this but hey!
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And Locke picks the second!
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And Locke picks the second!
And I don't have the right
To ask where you go at night
To ask where you go at night
