and it went like- greenhouse

[deimos]

// this is before the meteor!

Farming was one thing that Piers hadn't truly seen around the Pitt. It had been something he'd heard of in Tanglewood, however, knowing that the farm to the north had once existed. He didn't know if there was any activity there, however, knowing that living there gave a different existence. So, within the past few weeks, Piers had been spending time building a new project. Finding wood, glass, and the metal to support this project had been quite the task. For long, long days, the frame had sat covered with a tarp.

But, slowly, it came together, his paws scraped here and there from handling the glass for the roof, and with some enlisted help of the NPCs, the roof had been attached. In these final days, he was sealing with some mud, and propping the door onto the greenhouse. Slowly, the adolescent stepped back, his tail swaying behind him a bit. A long huff came from the jaguar-caracal as his eyes scanned the building. Tufted ears twitched as he stepped to it, pulling the door open.

He stepped inside. It still smelled of roughly sawed wood and mud, but it was beginning to warm up under the hot sun of the Pitt. He looked about at the tiny table in the corner, then the bare floor. A soft grin touched his face as he stepped back out, leaving the door propped so it wouldn't heat up too much. "Time to find plants." He said to himself. Hopefully, none of those rascal kids would fuck it up.

"SPEECH"

[Mercede]

MERCEDE

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diamonds are a girl’s bestfriend -

mercede f. callahan
the pitt
2 months


pronounced: (mur-say-dee)

general
female - marble cross fox (white, gray, black) - 2 months - Jervis x Fourthwall - no crush - no mentor

powers
mental manipulation

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call me your sweet baby —

The little girl didn’t have a dang clue what Piers was up to. Education hadn’t really been a focus for her, mostly because no one had taken the time to give her lessons on anything.

She hardly had a mentor of any sort and so, she often had to find things out on her own.

The tiny figure would look up at the newly built... shed? Hmm. Luckily for him, she had no desire to destroy it just yet.

“Piers? Piers? Piers. What are you up to?

[sup][w]isker[/sup]

[deimos]

The Jervis children. He blinked down at Mercedes as she piped up, before his ears twitched. The jaguar-caracal turned, his eyes lifting up towards the greenhouse, then down at her. A soft chuckle came from him, his tail swaying behind him. A neutral, even mood. That was a good sight. "This? This is a greenhouse." He said, looking down at her. "You can grow stuff in it. Makes growing stuff around here-" He gestured to the burnt land around- "Way easier. Much more productive, as well."

Piers grunted softly as he stepped forward, pushing the pile of wood aside from it. He brushed his paws off on his pelt, before stepping back next to her.

"SPEECH"