Tending ::closed RP A/River ::

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Greenhouses were lovely things, in River's humble opinion, and a greenhouse just bfore dawn was the lovliest of all. Granted, since A had offered that she could go there whenever she liked, River had since decided to spend the entire night in the place, and therefore had seen it from midnight onwards

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[i_am_an_hero]

A often attended the maintenance of the greenhouse and garden early in the morning; he never slept much. He had Bernoulli's company today, the little flying squirrel perched on top of his head.

He was singing an early Beatles song loudly and badly as he entered the greenhouse.

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River didn't know the Beatles, but she did know A's voice, and had to cover her mouth with a hand to keep from laughing.
Well, everyone needs to have their flaws, she thought, standing to greet him.

"Good morning, A," she said, dusting off her skirt. "And Bernoulli, I presume?" Rui Wen was secure once again in her hair, and peeked out from behind her ear to look.

[i_am_an_hero]

"Bernoulli, yes." The squirrel chittered as if knowing he was being discussed. "I didn't expect to see you here this early. I'm glad you are here."

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"I've been listening," she explained, reaching out to let Bernoulli investigate her hand. "The flowers sing gentle songs even when they sleep. It was very good to hear."

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A tipped his head so she wouldn't have to reach up as far.

"I am sure it brings them joy, to be able to sing to you."

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"I haven't asked them," she murmured. Bernoulli climbed onto her hand without much pause and began to scale up her arm.

"What song were you singing?"

[i_am_an_hero]

"It is by a group called the Beatles," A told her. "It's called 'I Want to Hold Your Hand'."

He smiled, watching Bernoulli caper up her arm. "He likes you, too. The cats and the squirrel and the garden. And me."

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"It is a good song," she smiled. Bernoulli had made it to her shoulder, and Rui Wen. The squirrel chittered at the tarsier, who slowly reached out one long-fingered hand and closed it over Bernoulli's muzzle. River snerked, patting Rui Wen's head.

"Be nice," she said mildly. "I like Bernoulli, the cats, the garden. I especially like you, though."

[i_am_an_hero]

"And I like being with you in the garden. With the plants all around, being alive around us." A smiles calmly, and very lightly touches her cheek.

"I am thinking of getting some more plants."

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"Us to help them grow, them to help us grow. Heal. You're my favorite, you know that?" She smiled and put her hand over A's. A very good morning, indeed.

[i_am_an_hero]

Heal... that was very much like things Kusuriyuri had said.

Was River his favorite? He didn't think of her in the same way as L, or Kusuriyuri.

"I, you... you are not my favorite the same way Ryuzaki and Kusuriyuri are. You are, are, an only."

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River blushed furiously... this was not the same 'only' that Simon would use. Only sister was for Simon. Only River was for A and A alone.

"I like being an only. This kind of only is better than only sister, or only the crazy one."

[i_am_an_hero]

Of course, River didn't seem as crazy to A as she would to most people; he still had occasional hallucinations himself. And 'sister' was an extremely abstract concept to him. 'River' was not.

"I want you to be only. I want you to like being only." He reached out again to touch her hair, a strand that wasn't being clung to by a squirrel or tarsier.

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She giggled, mimicking A and putting her hand on his hair. Sweet things like this she would never imagine doing with anyone else, ever.

"I like it. I really do."

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He flushed, enjoying the unfamiliar light touch but flustered. "Kusuriyuri likes you."

A seeming non-sequitor, but to A it is very important.

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"I like him, too. He is calm like water. And I like Ryuuzaki, who is a good dragon." And while she had not met Mello, she had seen him, and the way he cared for A was enough to put him on a high run of the ladder.