[ his teeth set, he closes his mouth so fast. it grips him how intensely he wants fairies to take luca and him away and keep them children, maybe turn them into fae, too. ]
[ oh, goodness gracious his shoulders lock so tightly and he looks bewildered by it, half-feral. if he wasn't holding the plant, he'd punch him in the stomach before bolting out of the room, but after the quickest tick, he does bolt. ]
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[ he nods a lot and peers at the little green shoots. ]
They won't die, will they? [ as if it needs explaining, his concern for flowers: ] Luca gave 'em t'me.
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No, Jim. They should be fine.
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But, s'good. Maybe some fairies'll come in through th' window when th' blossoms appear.
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Really? Luca said something about that-
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[ his teeth set, he closes his mouth so fast. it grips him how intensely he wants fairies to take luca and him away and keep them children, maybe turn them into fae, too. ]
I'll use less water, [ he says to his shoes. ]
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It's an impulse that grips him suddenly, and it's hard to ignore. So he doesn't.
He reaches out and gently ruffles Jim's hair, like he does to Luca several times a day. It's soft and affectionate.]
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