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[There's a young woman sitting on the floor of a still empty apartment. Doors to the balcony are open, the sun spilling over her and the floor in a long swatch of yellow. Zinc is sitting a bit inelegantly, legs sprawled under her haphazardly, but she doesn't really seem to notice.
She's busy fussing with the vine. She's not really sure how she knows it's begun recording. It's not a cellphone, it's a plant. There's no button to push, no light that starts flashing. She frowns, the sullen expression not changing as she begins to speak. Her cadence is rather slow, forming each word carefully.]
...perfume is not a necessity. [She stops touching the vine then, her gray hands coming together, wringing, fingers running over her wrists.] But I can't-- [She stops, lips pursing, shoulders hunching in self-consciously.]
If anyone has any, please.
[If not, she would make some with the magic dirt when she got around to collecting it. It didn't hurt to ask though, did it?]
She's busy fussing with the vine. She's not really sure how she knows it's begun recording. It's not a cellphone, it's a plant. There's no button to push, no light that starts flashing. She frowns, the sullen expression not changing as she begins to speak. Her cadence is rather slow, forming each word carefully.]
...perfume is not a necessity. [She stops touching the vine then, her gray hands coming together, wringing, fingers running over her wrists.] But I can't-- [She stops, lips pursing, shoulders hunching in self-consciously.]
If anyone has any, please.
[If not, she would make some with the magic dirt when she got around to collecting it. It didn't hurt to ask though, did it?]