Day 47: Greenhouse [4th Shift]

[mitase]

Entering the greenhouse was almost like coming home, and Hanatarou had been looking forward to this shift for that reason. Everywhere else in the building was strange and confusing (and often dangerous) but in here was the familiar scent of soil and sun-warmed plants with the musty sort of enclosed-space smell overlaying it. His expression turned

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[bprd_fishman]

The last time Abe had been around a lush green environment like this one it had been a forest god's corpse. The nice, artificial way the plants were lined up was simultaneously comforting and disturbing as a result, and Abe felt another twinge of guilt at the death of the majestic creature.

He picked up a nearby watering can, already filled for the use of the patients. Perhaps this could be considered some mild penance for his involvement in the forest god's death, tending to the little shoots also kept prisoner within Landel's walls--or perhaps he was anthropomorphizing inanimate plants too much and was just watering them in a feeble, selfish attempt to feel better about himself. Either way it was productive.

Abe carefully stepped between the rows, swinging his watering can back and forth in intense concentration. The exact amount of water necessary wasn't listed anywhere, but it might be assumed to be two seconds of light pouring (or one second of heavy pouring) per plot. His feet moved delicately, standing on tiptoe at times but never defacing even the tiniest leaf of the cucumber plants.

Perhaps they'd let him have one. After Japan he'd gotten quite a taste for them.