[ mordalion crosses through the butterfly garden frequently on his way to the flowerbeds, where tending to the plants has become his prefered way to spend time. tonight he's got an armful of trimmed leaves and flower buds in his arms, but strohl's presence is pretty difficult to ignore.
he shakes his head at the apology, no need for that, but hovers a little awkwardly with all the foliage bundled up. ]
Leaving notes for a girlfriend? Didn't think you the type.
... For Anders, actually. [ help. it's like a funny enough comment that it snaps him out of whatever headspace he was in - there's almost a huff, and he pockets his phone. ]
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he shakes his head at the apology, no need for that, but hovers a little awkwardly with all the foliage bundled up. ]
Leaving notes for a girlfriend? Didn't think you the type.
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... For Anders, actually. [ help. it's like a funny enough comment that it snaps him out of whatever headspace he was in - there's almost a huff, and he pockets his phone. ]
What are you...?
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oh. he looks from strohl to the plant cuttings to strohl again, and shrugs. hands him a tulip bud. ]
You didn't have to stop because of me. I can be quiet and eavesdrop normally.
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[ he doesn't sound like. mad about it - it's almost kind of funny, again, nad he rubs his temples, then takes the plant.
stands there holding tulip bud. ]
...Thanks. You're... tending the plants?
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[ shrugs. ]
Yes. Gardening is about the most familiar thing for me here, aside from all the murder, so I've taken to growing flowers in the garden beds.