it's a state of bliss.

[neverpure.livejournal.com]

[keyblade in hand and dog collar/leash around his neck, he's doing nothing but digging a few holes in the ground, then replanting the flowers. leans back for a long drink of water, eyes closed.]

Let's not uproot and stomp on the garden anymore.

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[13th.livejournal.com]

[so he'll stand and turn to leave without a parting note, not feeling it necessary, until--]

Do you know anyone who's skilled with graffiti?

[neverpure.livejournal.com]

[--uh. pauses, glancing at him again.]

... no, sorry.

[13th.livejournal.com]

My apologies.

[walks off, then.]