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[petitblossom.livejournal.com]

[sitting up in a tree, feet dangling off one of the topmost branches as he surveys the garden like he owns it.

...there should not be roses and vines growing on said tree.]

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[wheresmynotes.livejournal.com]

[oh, look who it is, staring at that tree. Doesn't seem like he's noticed Marluxia yet.]

Huh. Weird.

[petitblossom.livejournal.com]

[pokes his head out from that little bower of leaves]

Maybe to you.

[the blooms are slowly materializing into existence all over the tree, as if they'd been growing there naturally for a while.]

[wheresmynotes.livejournal.com]

[jumps, summoning his sitar out of reflex.]

That? Is not a nice thing to do to people. What are you doing?

[petitblossom.livejournal.com]

Not anything to you.

[it's a peaceful process, really. He isn't skilled enough to grow the giant Venus flytraps his older selves can. Yet.]

[wheresmynotes.livejournal.com]

'Cept sneaking up on people.

[gonna walk right up and stare at it, leaning on his sitar.]

[petitblossom.livejournal.com]

Your head was stuck in a hole. Anyone could have snuck up on you.

[watching the other warily. No touchie his flowers]

[wheresmynotes.livejournal.com]

You're always sneaking up, though. Like a ninja.

[no worries there. He's kind of afraid he'd get his fingers ripped off if he tried.]

[petitblossom.livejournal.com]

Larxene's the one with the knives, not me.

[but there's a smirk nevertheless]