03-24-2020, 03:09 PM
[ "You're a big, uh, strong fella, right? How about... clearing some of the plants growing on people's houses? Maybe replant them somewhere else, I don't know," ]
Caustic was always rather fond of plant life. They supported his research and came with the same duty and care of holding another's life in your hands, just on a small intert scale. Plants had the potential to be toxic depending on the species, and he had an affinity for such life. As a result, when Beck gave him this task, he was surprisingly delighted. While Caustic would never bother with the decor of the insects or the livelihood of Tanglewood, he got to play in the plants. A fair enough trade.
The wolf had already cleared the weeds from his own home, and was moving onto another that called his attention. He selected at random, choosing a house near the one Moth and Selby shared with all of their bothersome children. It was a strange process to adjust himself to, as he would attempt to grab onto the growing vines, and quickly remember he didn't have hands. He would elect to snake his paws under the vines, then pull away at them. Caustic carried a bucket with him, where he would place the weeds and stamp them down.
Coughs would leave him every now and then, and Caustic desperately wished for his medication. He wondered if he would be able to make anything using Tanglewood's herbs, but the idea upset him. It was a distraction from his other work, and making medicine for himself only further contributed to the idea that he was staying.
He pulls away at a particularly hard vine, wrenching backwards and balancing himself. A sigh leaves the wolf, puffing out a plume of gas, and resuming his toil.
Caustic was always rather fond of plant life. They supported his research and came with the same duty and care of holding another's life in your hands, just on a small intert scale. Plants had the potential to be toxic depending on the species, and he had an affinity for such life. As a result, when Beck gave him this task, he was surprisingly delighted. While Caustic would never bother with the decor of the insects or the livelihood of Tanglewood, he got to play in the plants. A fair enough trade.
The wolf had already cleared the weeds from his own home, and was moving onto another that called his attention. He selected at random, choosing a house near the one Moth and Selby shared with all of their bothersome children. It was a strange process to adjust himself to, as he would attempt to grab onto the growing vines, and quickly remember he didn't have hands. He would elect to snake his paws under the vines, then pull away at them. Caustic carried a bucket with him, where he would place the weeds and stamp them down.
Coughs would leave him every now and then, and Caustic desperately wished for his medication. He wondered if he would be able to make anything using Tanglewood's herbs, but the idea upset him. It was a distraction from his other work, and making medicine for himself only further contributed to the idea that he was staying.
He pulls away at a particularly hard vine, wrenching backwards and balancing himself. A sigh leaves the wolf, puffing out a plume of gas, and resuming his toil.
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