09-07-2019, 01:43 PM
Wormwood's relationship with plants as of late had been extremely strained, which was sort of ironic given the fact that he shared a name with a well known type of plant. Still, it seemed like lately all of his clanmates were choosing to use plants as a way to harm themselves indirectly, and pretty much the only plant that Worm didn't hate at this particular moment was Audrey, and that was only because Beck loved that plant more than anything. However, all of this didn't mean that he was going to discourage anybody else from their hobby, such as Crowley. It just meant that when the hellhound was roused from his sleep by the sound of Crowley harshly critiquing his new wards as he walked along, Worm was gonna keep a bit of a distance as he wandered over. He was curious as to why the strange looking feline was talking directly to the plants as if they were underperforming students, and he couldn't help that curiosity moving him forward and over to where the other male and his cart full of different faintly wilted plants was.
Looking over the plants slowly, the canine kept his distance from the cart before barking with a tilt of his head, his golden gaze flicking over to Crowley instead of his tagalongs, "What've you got here, Crowley? You looking to make a garden here in Tanglewood? You should ask Selby for some advice. He has... well, used to have a really pretty garden." He wasn't exactly sure if Selby still had his garden around in some form, but it might be good for the medic if someone else shared an interest with him to talk about. After all, it might take his mind off of all of the stress he was under lately with so many injuries, as well as his grieving. The hellhound himself doubted he would ever be able to cultivate a nice garden of his own – and he certainly wasn't going to go around scowling at plants like Crowley was doing to "encourage" his own. Not that he was questioning the demon's methods, they just seemed... odd to him, if he was being entirely honest. Still, if he ever did take an interest in gardening, he was pretty sure his own methods would be more of the nurturing and sweet kind.
Looking over the plants slowly, the canine kept his distance from the cart before barking with a tilt of his head, his golden gaze flicking over to Crowley instead of his tagalongs, "What've you got here, Crowley? You looking to make a garden here in Tanglewood? You should ask Selby for some advice. He has... well, used to have a really pretty garden." He wasn't exactly sure if Selby still had his garden around in some form, but it might be good for the medic if someone else shared an interest with him to talk about. After all, it might take his mind off of all of the stress he was under lately with so many injuries, as well as his grieving. The hellhound himself doubted he would ever be able to cultivate a nice garden of his own – and he certainly wasn't going to go around scowling at plants like Crowley was doing to "encourage" his own. Not that he was questioning the demon's methods, they just seemed... odd to him, if he was being entirely honest. Still, if he ever did take an interest in gardening, he was pretty sure his own methods would be more of the nurturing and sweet kind.
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