[Voice/Text] 18 Pies Flying // Gardening under the Glass; Oops I Did it Again!

[flynfruitpies]

[Gyatso's smiling face appears on the screen.]

If I may inquire, I would like to know the names of those that are helping with the greenhouse. Although my experience with greenhouses themselves are limited, I have been gardening all my life. If there is any way I could assist, I would be glad to do so.

[He turns to look away from the screen.Ah,

Comments

[distantwater]

It did it to you too.

[flynfruitpies]

[A chuckle.]

This old man is still having trouble learning how to use such technology. It is hard to remember to speak about oneself regularly!

[distantwater]

It's not hard to use. [That is his stubborn pride talking. He's not the most technologically savvy person either.] But I don't like it, aru. If I want to talk to someone, I can do that face to dace.

[flynfruitpies]

Aha! You understand! This communication device is far too impersonal for my tastes. Even a letter is more personable than this--you can learn much of a person simply by looking at their handwriting.

The screen is so tiny that it is sometimes hard for these old eyes to see faces or text on it, properly....

your tags gave me creepy mental images, I hope you know

[battledancing]

Ah, mister Gyatso-- are you all right?

... SUCH WAS MY EVIL PLAN.

[flynfruitpies]

Of course! The communicator was simply expressing its displeasure at my habit of not talking about myself more often.

:||| /shuts brain off

[battledancing]

Ah, right. It seems to do that quite a lot, doesn't it?

/looks for the on switch 8D

[flynfruitpies]

Yes, since I do not like regularly "posting" with this thing. It is more satisfying to me to speak to my friends first.

[notfunnyraph]

Gygy....[Didn't you learn from last time?]

[flynfruitpies]

[He ignores that tone and is instead, chipper.]

Hello, Mikey! How are you today?

[notfunnyraph]

[Eye roll, but Mikey lets it go, it's already happened after all, not much he can do about it now.]

Okay, well I survived my brothers and Master Splinter sitting on me while I was ill anyway.

[flynfruitpies]

[Gyatso is amused about that.]

You must have a very hard shell if you were not squished by all that attention!

[always_on_duty]

Greenhouse? We have a --

Are you alright, old man?

[flynfruitpies]

Yes, we do! And it needs care.

These communicators do not pack "much of a punch", as the children say. The pain lasts for only a moment, so I am quite all right.

But I am afraid I have not spoken to you before. My name is Gyatso, and you are...?

[always_on_duty]

I know how to garden! Not to brag, but my lawn is the envy of my neighbors back home. I've got some beautiful tulips.

Okay, but --

Did you say Gyatso!?

[video]

[flynfruitpies]

Then I would be very glad if you were a part of this! The more, the better the garden shall thrive.

[And Gyatso is blinking at his communicator.]

Ah, yes... That is my name.

[Voice]

[yiban_youtiao]

I am Youmu Konpaku; I helped with the greenhouse when Yorda was here...

[...that sounded painful.]

Are you all right?

[Voice]

[flynfruitpies]

It seems that there are many interested with helping. My name is Gyatso, and I also help with the soup kitchen here. Would you care to continue helping?

[A chuckle.]

Yes, and although I may seem like a frail old man, it was only but a moment of pain.

[Voice]

[yiban_youtiao]

I would. [To put it lightly.]

...ah.

[...well. That was...almost awkward.]

[Voice]

[flynfruitpies]

It seems then we have many others that are interested in helping as well. Yorda would be very pleased.

[A chuckle.] Do not worry. I am fine. OH! And I forgot to introduce myself--I am Gyatso.