I think of you / where your gardens have no walls [OPEN]

[justaschmuck]

In a house in the nicer side of town, lives a young man who is busy making the best garden possible. The house is a pleasant, two-storey affair, with light blue paint and white trim and window shutters. The back yard still has some kids toys in it, because Seymour doesn't care much about the back yard. He's busy with the front

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[cheapredlights]

Taylor, who knows Seymour's flower habit quite well already, does notice the garden on one of his wander-throughs in Hell. It is, really, kind of hard to miss.

"Wow." He just looks at it for a moment, from the main road.

[justaschmuck]

Seymour, happy to see someone he knows, perks up and waves cheerfully.

[cheapredlights]

"That's quite a fuckin' garden you've got going there." Says Taylor, looking impressed. It's so colorful! "How'd you get all those flowers? There aren't that many flowers .. anywhere I've seen. What are they?"

Congratulations, you have taken the poor punk rocker totally out of his league.

[justaschmuck]

Seymour will happily talk about this. "Thanks!" He stands up, saying, "I got some lemonade - can getcha another glass, if you want it?" He glances at his dirty hands. "I'll wash, first," he adds reassuringly.

There's a quick smile. "Took 'em from other people's gardens, mostly, but there's a greenhouse on the outside of town that I, ah, got some inspiration from. I've been picking up seeds from lots of towns I've passed through, but those haven't grown yet. Looking forward to next year when I can plant 'em.

"Well, those over there are roses...." Taylor, you will now get treated to most of the text in the intro post (longer, in fact, since there's more to the garden than the highlights described therein) unless you shut Seymour up. He'll add things like, "This one's really pretty," or "They're a difficult variety to grow," or "It's a shade plant, it's why it's close to the house," as appropriate.

[wrongintheworld]

The beauty of the garden is completely lost on Todd today, even though usually it'd be the kind of thing he'd treasure just for its rarity.

He's wearing a long-sleeved shirt under his t-shirt, because it hides the scrapes on his arms (nothing can help his palms but gloves, and that's ridiculous) but he doesn't seem to be sweating. When you're as thin and sickly as Todd, you just...don't.

"Uh." He waves at Seymour, and then Claire at his side. "Hi."

[solaexcineribus]

Claire, however, is...pretty much amazed by the garden. There were people who got really into cultivating flowers in Texas, yes, but it's been such a long time since she's seen anything like this. It's so pretty.

When she spots Seymour, she waves, too, with a bright smile. She's hoping if she's cheerful enough it'll sort of transfer to Todd by osmosis, but she knows that's probably not a very sensible hope.

[justaschmuck]

Seymour grins, first at Todd, then at Claire - and just as quickly as he plonked down, he zips back up and gives a wave.

"Oh, hey Todd! And you must be Claire--" he starts forward automatically, hand stretched to shake, then with a lightning-fast glance at Todd, stops. "-- my hands are filthy," is the reason he gives for not approaching further.

"So, um, welcome to the garden," he says, with a twitchy little head-bob to the area. His friendly nervousness works to obscure his pride somewhat - currently both expressions seem to be duking it out on his doughy, sweaty, dirt-streaked face.

[wrongintheworld]

Todd smiles tiredly back, the permanent dark hollows his eyes are set in having oozed out of their normal territory and got darker still.

"It's really nice," he says, with a hollow but honest attempt at sounding warm, "You didn't tell me it was all...a super-garden. Yeah, this is Claire. Claire, Seymour."