Fourteen Stitches † [video]
[The feed gradually comes into focus with Bakura sitting next to his plant in the corner of his room, holding a pair of pliers. He turned the feed on for a reason, though, it's not quite evident immediately. Of more immediate interest is the plant he's currently attempting to prune: And it's obvious he's going out of his way not to touch it.
At first glance, it would seem pretty. Bunches of light colored flowers and ones that had yet to develop, thin, elegant branches and then clusters of what look to be deliciously ripe, cherry-stone tomatoes growing from it in odd arrangements. Though, the oddities of it: Horrendously twisted, branches gnarled in knots, ugly in shape. Leaves that almost look as if they could cut. The roots spill out over the lip of the pot, tangling and ensnaring whatever they can, branching out and clinging to whatever they can reach; as if parasitic.
Thus, his work now. With a snip and crunch, a diseased looking twig falls gently to the floor. He pauses; knowing the communicator is on... though distracted, and uses the pliers to maneuver one of its fruits to the screen. It's evident something else is on his mind, but he poses a rather simple question instead.]
... We can plant the seeds of these, right?
(ooc: It's Daphne mezereum, for any characters that would be able to recognize it.)
At first glance, it would seem pretty. Bunches of light colored flowers and ones that had yet to develop, thin, elegant branches and then clusters of what look to be deliciously ripe, cherry-stone tomatoes growing from it in odd arrangements. Though, the oddities of it: Horrendously twisted, branches gnarled in knots, ugly in shape. Leaves that almost look as if they could cut. The roots spill out over the lip of the pot, tangling and ensnaring whatever they can, branching out and clinging to whatever they can reach; as if parasitic.
Thus, his work now. With a snip and crunch, a diseased looking twig falls gently to the floor. He pauses; knowing the communicator is on... though distracted, and uses the pliers to maneuver one of its fruits to the screen. It's evident something else is on his mind, but he poses a rather simple question instead.]
... We can plant the seeds of these, right?
(ooc: It's Daphne mezereum, for any characters that would be able to recognize it.)