Bread feeds the body, indeed, but flowers feed the soul
Who: Minatsuki Takami and Aoko Nakamori
When: Friday morning after this thread
Where: Facility 2's garden.
Summary: Aoko is feeling rather down because of the untimely death of certain intern. Minatsuki, being the kind and pure soul that she is, offers to help her pick flowers for his grave. Unbeknownst to Aoko, she might have something else in store for her as well.
Rating: PG-13?
Warnings: There will be massive amounts of swearing. You may even hear some you've never heard before, used in ways you didn't know existed. There might also be some mild violence or at least mentions of it.
Simplicity was sometimes a rare thing to come by. In life things could be intricate and complex, holding vast amounts of layers below the surface. Like herself. But flowers? They were simple. No tricking or lying like filthy humans. They were what they were and their meanings remained the same. Minatsuki bent over a bed of lavenders, grabbing a watering can she'd found tucked away in a corner and giving special care to the those that didn't look as healthy as the rest. Even as a child they had always been one of her favorites and as she grew older she realized how fitting a flower it was for her. They represented distrust. Minatsuki had learned at a young age that trusts was for idealistic fools. The only person you could ever put faith in was yourself. The girl smirked, looking down at her reflection in a pool of water, the expression she wore looking so wrong on such a sweet innocent face.
And now she waited for the sad bimbo who had become interested in her pathetic older brother. She wondered what kind of face he would make when he found out what she'd down to her. She hadn't been able to get that kind of expression out of him in awhile, she could almost cum from the anticipation alone.
When: Friday morning after this thread
Where: Facility 2's garden.
Summary: Aoko is feeling rather down because of the untimely death of certain intern. Minatsuki, being the kind and pure soul that she is, offers to help her pick flowers for his grave. Unbeknownst to Aoko, she might have something else in store for her as well.
Rating: PG-13?
Warnings: There will be massive amounts of swearing. You may even hear some you've never heard before, used in ways you didn't know existed. There might also be some mild violence or at least mentions of it.
Simplicity was sometimes a rare thing to come by. In life things could be intricate and complex, holding vast amounts of layers below the surface. Like herself. But flowers? They were simple. No tricking or lying like filthy humans. They were what they were and their meanings remained the same. Minatsuki bent over a bed of lavenders, grabbing a watering can she'd found tucked away in a corner and giving special care to the those that didn't look as healthy as the rest. Even as a child they had always been one of her favorites and as she grew older she realized how fitting a flower it was for her. They represented distrust. Minatsuki had learned at a young age that trusts was for idealistic fools. The only person you could ever put faith in was yourself. The girl smirked, looking down at her reflection in a pool of water, the expression she wore looking so wrong on such a sweet innocent face.
And now she waited for the sad bimbo who had become interested in her pathetic older brother. She wondered what kind of face he would make when he found out what she'd down to her. She hadn't been able to get that kind of expression out of him in awhile, she could almost cum from the anticipation alone.