Adrian Blackwood (
witchoftheflesh) wrote in
fandomtownies2024-12-05 01:20 am
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Pick Your Poison, Thursday
For over a week now, there had been a pot of lovely, glossy black hollyhocks. They had been fed and watered by the kindness of their boss, they had enjoyed the sunshine when it reached them, they had existed in the not-time of plants, so separate from the bustling world of Animalia. It was a soft, warm, easy existence.
Sadly, it could not last. Which was why, roughly two hours after his shift was normally scheduled to begin, the stand of hollyhocks shivered, shimmered, and suddenly there was a naked man perched on the counter where a flowerpot once sat.
"...Well, this is going to be a time."
Sadly, it could not last. Which was why, roughly two hours after his shift was normally scheduled to begin, the stand of hollyhocks shivered, shimmered, and suddenly there was a naked man perched on the counter where a flowerpot once sat.
"...Well, this is going to be a time."

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She half-turned to go do that.
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She vanished for a couple of minutes, into the upstairs. When she returned, she had some unisex sweatpants and a t-shirt in her arms. "That should at least get you to your grove without freezing," she said, holding them out for him.
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The coffee meant she could leave the room and let him get dressed in peace, so she went to do that.