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i don't think people love me. they love versions of me i have spun for them， versions of me they have construed in their minds. the easy versions of me， the easy parts of me to love.
i don't think people love me. they love versions of me i have spun for them， versions of me they have construed in their minds. the easy versions of me， the easy parts of me to love.
[ Ink tracks Nightmare with their eye’s, not moving from where they are sat. not yet, anyways. ] …oh! i’ve been here for awhile, haven’t i? [ he lost track of time. oops. ]
⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ *̲ Not exactly. Nightmare exclaimed with what could have been exhaustion. And then, they finally stood up. ⠀
…so is it just picky with plants? [ either Ink isn’t choosing to prod or he’s simply not putting it together. nonetheless, he’s still curious about the question he just asked. ]
⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ *̲ It probably has something to do with my corruption magic. Nightmare has a small idea or two about what it might be, but they are hesitant to share any further details just yet. ⠀
then what do you think? [ Ink tilts their head. ] you’re the expert here. at least, more so than i.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ *̲ I don't think that has anything to do with it, Ink. Nightmare insists, placing the rose on the garden table with the same gentleness as before. ⠀
maybe it’s that it is carnivorous. [ Ink looks back, his eye-lights shifting. an orange square and a green triangle. ]
⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ *̲ It seems so. Nightmare comments, watching the rose's jaws open and close smoothly. ⠀
… [ Ink spares a glance over for a moment, but not for long. he shifts his gaze back towards the fake rose plants. ] it’s not withering when you hold it. [ just a simple comment. ]
⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ *̲ Enjoy yourself. Nightmare adds, gently caressing the petals of the rose he holds in his claws. ⠀
well… maybe i’ll keep doing it a little. [ that explanation seems to encourage him. there’s no harm, so he doesn’t see the problem in continuing… even if there isn’t any confirmed result. ]
⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ *̲ Some theorize that the sonic vibrations of the voice have some sort of influence on plant growth, but these are only hypotheses without much support to draw conclusions. Nightmare doesn't seem surprised by the fact that Ink reads to his plants. ⠀
so telling stories to your plants doesn’t actually help them? [ Ink makes a face. ] no more bed time stories for the succulent then… [ he almost sounds disappointed. ]
⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ *̲ No, at least it doesn't affect the plants, but rather the people who work with them. Ink seems to be very talkative today. ⠀
ah.. right. [ no comment, then. Ink just nods his head before suddenly perking upright. ] oh! hey, actually, i just thought of another question! [ oh boy. ] does talking to plants actually help them grow? like… actually actually help them?
⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ *̲ Quite. Nightmare comments with a small smile, stretching out both hands to pick up one of the roses in their claws. ⠀
[ he’s going to try and make a garden today! it’s… probably not going to go very well. ]
je vous souhaite d'être follement aimée．
joki.✺ morny (evil kitty is in my chest covering half my face)
he does that sometimes. [ no? ]
* He ate my flyswatter.
joki.✺ i tripped and just crashed my hand against a freezer with my entire body weight and now it hurts a lot erm
i don’t think he’d like that very much.. [ Ink exhales a nervous laugh, looking away. ] he shouldn’t be any issue! he’ll just sort of be there. ominously.
* Can you trap him in a vase for me? I'm a little busy right now and have more important things to worry about. [ The sims was more important. You waved your fly swatter in the air, huffing.]
mhm! [ Ink nods his head, grinning a little. ] don’t be too intimidated by him. i think he fancies sitting in vases… [ he’s just asking for trouble at this point. fool… ]
[ You blink at him.] * . . . Really?? Nightmare?? That's its name?? [ You are trying not to giggle. Yeah, Nightmare was so intimidating. . .]
you mean Nightmare?
* I SAW IT TOO! WHERED IT GO???
* Where'd it go. . . * Pspspsps. . . Cmere squid devil. . .