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WHO: Asriel and your character!
WHERE: The park
WHEN: 6/1
WHAT: Asriel's regained the last thing he ever really cared to regain.
WARNINGS: There may be mentions of child death.

( In the park, there is one (1) single, golden-colored flower that looks healthy, but wilted all at the same time. If someone listens closely enough, they may hear sounds of sniffling, or see the flower move without the help of wind or anything else. It... almost looks like it's shaking...?

Though, it could be someone just imagining things. After all, flowers can't cry or move on their own as this flower seems to be able to do so. Either way, it's grown in a place where it seems to stick out compared to the other flowers do. )

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[ Moana doesn't entirely notice the flower at first as she walks her pet mini-pig, Maka, through the park that day. At some point though she does catch the sound of what seems to be sniffling, and she slows her pace, gently tugging Maka's leash as she comes to a stop. ]

...Hello? Is someone there?

( It's when the pig seems to sniff at the flower that it seems to move, turning to scowl at it. Right now, he was definitely not in the mood for any company whatsoever. There's a part of him that's tempted to bury himself into the ground. )

Back off!

Edited 2022-06-07 02:19 (UTC)

[ Maka gives a surprised squeal, running back and hiding behind Moana. Puzzled, she takes a few steps closer to the flower. ]

...Hello?

( It's only then that the flower finally turns, frowning heavily. There's a part of Asriel that's telling him to burrow into the ground right now. To run away and hide from the person before him.

But, he knows better than to run away now. In the past, being cowardly lead him down a path he never wanted to go to.

He turns towards her then, frowning heavily. )

Are you deaf? Didn't you hear what I just told your pet? Scram.

( Rude or no, it doesn't matter. If he changes back to his other self, she won't have any idea that it's him. And right now, calling his mood sour would be an understatement. )

[ She can't help staring in surprise for a moment. She wasn't sure exactly what she'd been expecting, but it wasn't...that. ]

Oh, um...sorry. I've just never...seen a talking flower before.

But I had heard some crying earlier. Was...that you?

Aren't you the nosy one. Do I look like the kind of flower that would cry?

( It almost feels like old habits are settling in for him, the longer he's like this. At the least -- there's far more emotion for him than the last time he was a flower. A smile tugs upwards on his face then, nearly condescending. )

Give me a break.

[ She raises a curious brow at the flower's attitude. ]

I wouldn't really know, honestly. I haven't met too many flowers to know what kinds would cry. [ She shrugs a little. ] Then again, you don't exactly look like the kind of flower that would talk either.

What, you haven't noticed magic everywhere in this world? A talking flower should be nothing compared to everything else.

( Was she getting irritated? It's so easy to get under people's skin... Well, doing something like that would beat being bored in the past. )

Who are you trying to fool by pretending to be surprised?

[ She is actually about two seconds away from just plucking his petals, to be honest. ]

I mean, yeah I've seen a lot of things. Mostly ghosts though, to be honest. [ She gasps, and suddenly she's on her knees right beside him, all irritation fading and giving way to excitement. ] Wait, are you a ghost? Are you possessing a flower and that's how it's talking?

A ghost possessing a flower? Me? Sure, and you're next, buddy.

( What a stupid question! All the reason to give her a stupid answer in response. )

...Hmm. [ Well that's not how ghosts work, so he clearly isn't that. But his attitude is starting to get to her a bit. ]

You are pretty unpleasant for a flower, huh? Maybe I should just pluck you out of the ground. [ She glances over at her miniature pig, who is sniffing the ground around him curiously. ] Either that, or Maka could use a snack about now.

( That gets his attention. He perks up at that. He's not sure if she's bluffing or not, but he's not about to take any chances. )

Aw, c'mon. You wouldn't want to hurt poor, innocent me, would you? Didn't anyone tell you not to judge someone completely by first meetings?

[ Moana hums thoughtfully. ] I dunno. They also say that first impressions can last a lifetime, and you haven't really made a good one.

[ Crossing her arms, she considers it for a bit more. ] Tell you what. Let's try this conversation again, and then I'll decide.

You have a name?

( That's par for the course. He hasn't really left a good impression on a lot of people. It's easy to become used to it when you're incapable about caring about others. )

Sure I do. Don't all of us?

I'm Flowey. Flowey the flower.

Flowey. [ She can't tell if he's just making it up or not, but she'll let it slide. ] All right. I'm Moana.

So, is this how you always look, or is this one of those "new abilities gone wrong" things?

Do I look like someone new at looking like this?

( When you don't want to honestly answer a question, it's best to be vague! He knows from experience. )

[ Moana rolls her eyes. ] Avoiding the question just makes me think yes.

Golly, you know what they say about assuming, don't you?

( Don't make him answer that. )

[The joy of summer vacation was that Souta finally had ample free time to spend on things he enjoyed most. Like reading, gardening, and also checking up on the plants around the city. Including places he doesn't get to frequent during his school schedule, like the park!]

[He had been traveling down the walking path, crouching down and whispering greetings to the wildflowers as he went. When suddenly he sees a flower that is drooping and crying. He doesn't even need to be able to feel this flower's emotions to tell that they are incredible sad.]

[He kneels down in front of the flower.]

Hello? What is wrong?

( The flower can't help but stop when he hears someone speak, turning towards them with a near mocking smile. He most certainly wasn't in the mood to talk. In fact, there was a part of him that wanted nothing more than to burrow into the ground. )

If I wanted help, don'cha think I would have asked for it?

[Souta wasn't exactly expecting the sneer. He leans back, giving the flower space, but not backing off entirely. Despite the reaction, he can still tell this flower is upset.]

Not necessarily.

Do you not want help?

I don't need your help kid. Don't you have anything better to do?

( The last time a human had shown him such concern was-- when he had first met his new best friend in the underground. But right now, knowing what he is - he knows that he doesn't deserve any concern of any kind. )

[Souta would show concern whether someone deserved it or not. That's just who he is. That said, this grumpy flower had a slightly higher chance of getting his attention than most, given he came here specifically to see how the flowers were doing.]

Not particularly. This is what I came to the park to do.

You came to the park to help out random strangers? Let me give you a tip, kid. Being overly selfless will only get your hurt.

( He should know. He learned that in the past. )

[Souta shakes his head a little.]

No, I came here to talk to flowers, like you. Helping just seems like the right next step. We could talk about something else if you'd prefer.

[He gets a pensiveness expression from that tip.]

I know it might get me hurt sometimes. There's always some risk when reaching out to others. That would be true no matter what I do. Still, if there's a chance I might make someone else feel better, why not be kind?

( It's familiar, to say the least. Once upon a time, he thought the same thing. He helped so many people find their own happy endings - until he eventually grew bored of it. )

Unless you were expecting to meet more talking flowers like me, it sounds like you're wasting your time.

Besides, what's the point in helping others if you end up getting hurt in the process?

Oh, I can talk to all the flowers. I wanted to see how the ones over here were doing.

[He says this like it is a very normal part of his life. Because by now, it kinda is!]

Hmm, I don't think you need a reason to help others. No matter the outcome, at least then I know I tried.

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Since he's used to talking flowers

sorry for slowness!

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