[ Saber is greeted with a bright smile, like his last visit never happened. The room is full of plants, mundane species sat next to unique ones, unusual to the point of seeming uncanny. Each of the latter are grown out of seeds he took from people's bodies. ]
Stole? [ Sat by the window, Zephir makes a motion with his head. How harsh, Saber! Anyway, ] Can't you guess?
[ He gestures with the hand holding a cigarette before it goes back between his lips. Zephir was right: Saber's plant has the color and texture of meat rotten to the point of losing any color, dark all over. ]
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Stole? [ Sat by the window, Zephir makes a motion with his head. How harsh, Saber! Anyway, ] Can't you guess?
[ He gestures with the hand holding a cigarette before it goes back between his lips. Zephir was right: Saber's plant has the color and texture of meat rotten to the point of losing any color, dark all over. ]
Don't worry. I don't intend to give up on you.
[ #freak ]