Open RP / Owl to Lezard Valeth

[serrulata]

Now that Greenhouse Two had been effectively cleared, Kurama had begun working in earnest to begin his experiment in creating an adequate representation of a tea room, and a growing room for tealeaves. He'd leave the door open as he worked, in case anyone felt the need to wander in

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[arrogantmage]

Lezard's assessment of this letter, when he received it, was identical to Mystina's. Laying it on a little thick, aren't you? He hadn't forgotten Kurama's previous attitude

[serrulata]

"I haven't spoken to Miss Primavera in quite some time," Kurama answered. He'd been marking off areas with chalk, and Mystina was still at her place on the table, rather out of sight.

"This was A's suggestion actually. Interested in hearing, or are you just here on a pleasure stroll?" He kept his tone light, trying to remember that getting irritated with gods never did any good.

[arrogantmage]

Lezard frowned slightly. "That's too bad. I hope she isn't still under the weather." He had no way of knowing how much Kurama knew about that, or whether he knew anything about it at all. He wouldn't put it past Primavera to go sob on the kitsune's shoulder. Then again, Kurama didn't have cornrows or a mohawk or any new dermaplastic clothing, and Lezard couldn't imagine that some form of makeover wouldn't have been attempted, so there went that hypothesis.

He crossed his arms. "I'm interested. Surprised, I'll admit, but interested."

[serrulata]

"Is she ill? I hadn't heard. Mystina, will you hand me those plans again?" He reached out his hand, and she easily tossed him some rolled-up blueprints.

"Who's Primavera?" she asked, directing the question more at Lezard than Kurama. "Not the one you, er, took to dinner?"

Kurama set down the blueprints and sat back on his heels, eyebrows raised.
"You took her on a date?" how come he always heard about these things last?

[beets_r_god]

To say that Dwight was not adjusting well to his unpopcorning was an understatement. It bothered him on so many levels that his ordered, well-structured life at Dunder-Mifflin had changed so radically. People didn't even correct him anymore when he introduced himself as "assistant Regional Manager", which he found weirdly disconcerting.

He'd learned from someone about the idea of school prefects, and he had just appointed himself as assistant to the prefect, even though he didn't know who his actual prefects were. Which was why he was walking around outside. He'd seen some greenhouses, and he wanted to make sure that they weren't being used to grow pot. He'd also found some beet seed packets in his room, and he wanted to get his planting done early so he could ensure a bumper crop this year.

"Hello?" he called, stepping inside the greenhouse and seeing a light on nearby. "Is anyone here?" A quick glance around revealed no obvious signs of canibis growth. (Not that Dwight would actually know what that looked like.)

[serrulata]

Kurama emerged for the third greenhouse, filled now with some very volatile demon plants of the flesh-eating kind, wiping a little dirt and blood off his hands. He smiled benignly at Dwight.

"May I help you?"

[beets_r_god]

Dwight had to blink a couple of times. If he were Michael, he probably would have chosen to make some kind of joke regarding Kurama's gender and/or sexual orientation. Thankfully, he was not, so instead he took a step forward.

"I'm going to have to ask you to show me where you buried the body," he said in his sternest and most authoritative voice as he eyed the blood and dirt on Kurama's hands.

[serrulata]

"Oh," he turned his hands to look at them, showing the cuts on the back. Sometimes the plants liked to fight back. "Well, once I have a body to bury, I'll be sure make you the first to know. For now, the only bodies here are you and myself." he scrubbed most of the stuff off of one hand and offered it to Dwight. "Minamino, Professor of Herbology."