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[so the scythe has decided he's in need of entertainment - though, at the moment he's taken the form of his wielder, only semi-transparent. Seems he's found something of an interest in a budding rose bush...]

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[juuuuust wandering through the garden, don't mind her.]

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[j-jumps.]

Uh...yes.

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...those ones are pretty. [points at some violets.]

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Yeah... [uh, she'll. just try to back away a little now.]

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...Why's that?

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...Oh.

I'll...just get out of your way now.

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Uh...thanks.

[t-takes it.]

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[and this one's just watering the flowers, just enough, silver hair pulled back into a high ponytail.]

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[glances u--ohhh it's one of the weapons.]

... yeah. They're beautiful.

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[snipping off some sickened buds, quiet. not a real Marluxia, not a real one, be calm...]

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[he's reaching out to inspect a rose, although winces suddenly.]

Ah--

[... and now it's bleeding. with a quiet sigh, he sticks his finger in his mouth and continues with one hand.]

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I... guess.

[he murmurs, taking his finger out from his mouth and drying it off as he brushes a bit of his bangs back.]

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[he gives a small shiver.]

Simple, yeah. Not too helpful for the people who take care of them.