♡ྀི ┊ #MVRP
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THE GARDENER ┊ EMMA WOOD𝓼ঔঌ

stop. i'm terrified.

this is so scary.

「 yori. 」

his favorite two words so true

[ 𐂯 ⸝⸝ ]

Matthias

... thank you.

( both hands are wrapped around the glass, squeezing so tight, as if afraid someone will take it away from him.

matthias may not show it, but he cherishes this gesture deeply. )

i would offer louis a glass, but... well.

it, tongue running over capped lips. )

...

it's so good.

( this is really awkward. matthias isn't really fond of anyone doing anything for him. it feels kind of... wrong?

he stands there, stiff. not sure what to do. )

o-oh.

( a few surprised blinks, florian actually meant it. he takes the glass and sips from

+

..... sure. yes.

no- that's... that's so much work...

that stuff tastes like battery juice

oh

NO

i'm a little scared. but i think this is important... i mean hearing about someone else's perspective.

especially from someone who has to live with a smiliar situation.

i'm doing good!

the puppet from yesterday and i actually agreed to schedule a tea party.

you know... so louis can maybe make a friend. and i can talk to her puppeteer.

i try to be!

i'm sorry. i was still thinking about that puppet from yesterday. hi miss maggie.

morning.. ( *💧 )

i would like to talk to miss donna sometime.

...

alright. okay.

maybe i can set up a tea party. you could show him how to do it.

time to ask them to participate!

hm...

( he is thinking about it, then nods. )

we have some people playing instruments too, don't we?

i would've loved to work together with you on something, miss zelle.

who knows, maybe in the future there will be an opportunity for us to collaborate.

my family was famous for elaborate stage plays. building stage sets was part of what i did.

i suppose i always preferred the building aspect over the acting part.

( this is starting to get embarrassing. he assumed every puppeteer had a bad relationship with their living puppet. )

uhm. no. he doesn't have any friends. and besides, how would he even drink tea? how do / you / drink tea?

( thank god. he looks down at his hand for a brief moment, then back up again. )

o-oh. i was going to take a walk around the manor to assess the condition of the house. i am actually here to help with renovation work.

( he looks relieved, nodding maybe a little bit too eagerly. )

i am terrible at socializing. thank you for being so patient.

she did? how... interesting.

and no. you absolutely can not talk to him. one stringless puppet is already troublesome enough. who knows what you'd cause together....

i don't know how to... i am so sorry. really, miss zelle. just forget about this, okay? i am sorry for having yelled at you. it won't happen again.