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[notrosecolored]

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[notrosecolored]

I'd certainly assume if you were some kind of plant whisperer the plant life wouldn't be driving you out of your tent.

[ Dry and wry as fuck and also he's not so much sentimental as... overly responsible.]

[swanned]

P'raps it was just trying to cuddle.

[He smiles, a little, head tipped down as he finishes his work.]

Anything else?

[notrosecolored]

Then it needs an education in consent.

[ But then: ]

Not that I can think of. How do you want your coffee or would you rather drink something else?

[swanned]

Consent's boring. People here try to make everything sound like a set of terms and conditions, or a divorce settlement. I the undersigned consent to getting my back blown out three times a week, as signed and witnessed here on this day the third of whatever, somefuckingtime. Jesus. Enthusiasm's fine for me.

[He turns his head then, blinking as if the coffee is an entirely new thing, despite the room slowly starting to smell bitter and dark as Scott's been making it.

And then he removes Scott's cup.]

I'll have it black. You're not having any until after.

[notrosecolored]

Because you were enthusiastic about the plants crowding you out of your tent [ He snarks back without a single hint of concern.

He pours the coffee - both cups black - and while he refrains from drinking he can't not be a smart-ass yet again ]

Because it'll ruin my appreciation of butter?