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herr_bookman) wrote2014-10-17 10:26 pm
herr_bookman) wrote2014-10-17 10:26 pm
OOM: Panic! At The Disco
The second Autor escapes the clutches of Hannibal and the infirmary, he flies straight out to the greenhouse. Miss Kuriyama had mentioned a certain flower which had petals that turned transparent in the rain, and Autor just knows he could find it. He has to.
I still don't know why things went so pear-shaped between us, the boy thinks, furrowing his brow. He lays back on his carpet, careful not to knock his crutches off or jostle his sprained ankle. I thought I was paying her a compliment--and I thought I was being careful, too--and then... and then she...
He lays his hand over his eyes with a groan. I'm such an idiot, he thinks miserably. She's right, I barely know her, and... I have no right to l-like her.
The boy nibbles on his lower lip, still feeling his heart pound when he thinks about the way she'd told him to stop speaking. I'll just find these flowers, and then hopefully, we can be friends. That's all I can ask for.
He frowns a little. I've met her, what, four times, now? I shouldn't be this wound up. So, friends. I can be her friend. I hope. I shouldn't ask for more than that.
That decision made, Autor sits up, a little woozy. He flies around the greenhouse for a couple of hours, searching for tiny, white Diphylleia grayi--also known as skeleton flowers. It took him a long time to narrow down the specific plant with Bar, as Miss Kuriyama didn't give him much more than a passing description. He is amused that they're native to Japan.
Finally, in the middle of the night, he locates a patch of green, spike-leafed foliage in the wooded section of the greenhouse. Wait, this is the plant, but where are the flowers? he thinks, irritation mounting. He consults his field guide, spread out on his lap, with his flashlight. Oh, no, do they only bloom in the spring?
Heart sinking, now he has to decide whether to dig up some of the plant and repot it for her, or leave it here to visit during the next time it rains in the spring. I don't even know if she'll talk to me then.
Autor could just get them from Bar, and he knows that. But part of the apology was finding them and digging them up himself. It's probably spring somewhere.
He sighs, and turns to fly back to the bar. He'll have to order them then, and see if he can get things to a good enough state where she'll actually accept them. Hopefully he'll have gathered his wits before he sees her next.
Maybe I can order some wits from the bar as well.
I still don't know why things went so pear-shaped between us, the boy thinks, furrowing his brow. He lays back on his carpet, careful not to knock his crutches off or jostle his sprained ankle. I thought I was paying her a compliment--and I thought I was being careful, too--and then... and then she...
He lays his hand over his eyes with a groan. I'm such an idiot, he thinks miserably. She's right, I barely know her, and... I have no right to l-like her.
The boy nibbles on his lower lip, still feeling his heart pound when he thinks about the way she'd told him to stop speaking. I'll just find these flowers, and then hopefully, we can be friends. That's all I can ask for.
He frowns a little. I've met her, what, four times, now? I shouldn't be this wound up. So, friends. I can be her friend. I hope. I shouldn't ask for more than that.
That decision made, Autor sits up, a little woozy. He flies around the greenhouse for a couple of hours, searching for tiny, white Diphylleia grayi--also known as skeleton flowers. It took him a long time to narrow down the specific plant with Bar, as Miss Kuriyama didn't give him much more than a passing description. He is amused that they're native to Japan.
Finally, in the middle of the night, he locates a patch of green, spike-leafed foliage in the wooded section of the greenhouse. Wait, this is the plant, but where are the flowers? he thinks, irritation mounting. He consults his field guide, spread out on his lap, with his flashlight. Oh, no, do they only bloom in the spring?
Heart sinking, now he has to decide whether to dig up some of the plant and repot it for her, or leave it here to visit during the next time it rains in the spring. I don't even know if she'll talk to me then.
Autor could just get them from Bar, and he knows that. But part of the apology was finding them and digging them up himself. It's probably spring somewhere.
He sighs, and turns to fly back to the bar. He'll have to order them then, and see if he can get things to a good enough state where she'll actually accept them. Hopefully he'll have gathered his wits before he sees her next.
Maybe I can order some wits from the bar as well.