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[Click. The video feed is switched on with the light bump of the table the communicator was sitting on, and Flonne can be heard singing cheerfully off screen.]
♫ I took a little seed one day
About a month ago
I put it in a pot of dirt
In hopes that it would grow...
[At the end of the stanza, she can be seen stepping in front of the camera's view. She is carrying the pot of the plant she received as a Christmas gift firmly in between her two little hands. Carefully, she walks it over to one of the windows in the living room and sets it down on the floor.]
I poured a little water
To make the soil just right.
I set the pot upon the sill
Where the sun would give it light...
[As she sings, she walks back out of the view of the camera, coming back in shortly after with a small chipped glass of water held in one of her hands. She tips the glass, gingerly pouring the water over the soil.]
I checked the pot most every day,
And turned it once or twice.
With a little care and water
I helped it grow so nice. ♫
[At the end of the song, she giggles and sits down next to the pot. Flonne gently pokes at one of the leaves with a smile. The plant has already sprouted several pretty white blossoms.]
There! Now I bet that you feel even better now, huh, Mr. Flower? Continue to grow up healthy and strong, okay?
♫ I took a little seed one day
About a month ago
I put it in a pot of dirt
In hopes that it would grow...
[At the end of the stanza, she can be seen stepping in front of the camera's view. She is carrying the pot of the plant she received as a Christmas gift firmly in between her two little hands. Carefully, she walks it over to one of the windows in the living room and sets it down on the floor.]
I poured a little water
To make the soil just right.
I set the pot upon the sill
Where the sun would give it light...
[As she sings, she walks back out of the view of the camera, coming back in shortly after with a small chipped glass of water held in one of her hands. She tips the glass, gingerly pouring the water over the soil.]
I checked the pot most every day,
And turned it once or twice.
With a little care and water
I helped it grow so nice. ♫
[At the end of the song, she giggles and sits down next to the pot. Flonne gently pokes at one of the leaves with a smile. The plant has already sprouted several pretty white blossoms.]
There! Now I bet that you feel even better now, huh, Mr. Flower? Continue to grow up healthy and strong, okay?
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Date: 2009-12-31 12:58 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2009-12-31 02:30 am (UTC)From:Do you like them? It's funny... These flowers look very similar to the lilies that I used to see in Celestia all the time.
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Date: 2009-12-31 02:31 am (UTC)From:Celestia?
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Date: 2009-12-31 02:35 am (UTC)From:It's where I used to live. Um... The closest thing you could compare it to would be the image of Heaven that most humans have.
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Date: 2009-12-31 02:39 am (UTC)From:But there are also lots of floating islands.
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Date: 2009-12-31 02:32 am (UTC)From:A fish?
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Date: 2009-12-31 04:08 am (UTC)From:Fish are easy to take care of too.
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Date: 2009-12-31 04:26 am (UTC)From:Flonne... get rid of it.
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Date: 2009-12-31 04:40 am (UTC)From:Wh-... What was that? D-did the burglar from before come back to raid the kitchen again?!
[After a few minutes, she swallowed hard and mustered up her courage the best that she could, shakily pushing herself up to stand. Then, when she's about to make a dash around the corner to get a closer look-- Oh. Laharl, you're awake!]
[The Fallen Angel blinks back at him and that intense look of his, wearing a worried expression of her own.] Laharl...? Is something the matter?
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Date: 2009-12-31 04:44 am (UTC)From:Kill... the flower. Or give it to me, so I can torch it...
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Date: 2009-12-31 04:50 am (UTC)From:[She turns her head to look past her shoulder at the flower, and then back to Laharl. Throwing her arms out defensively in front of it, Flonne stands firm.]
I will do no such thing! Even if it's just a flower, it's still alive!
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Date: 2009-12-31 04:53 am (UTC)From:Stand. Aside.
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Date: 2009-12-31 07:46 pm (UTC)From:I'm glad that you liked it. -- Maybe Mr. Flower did too!
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Date: 2010-01-01 04:52 am (UTC)From:No, not always. Just when the mood strikes me, and these blossoms reminded me of the flowers I loved so much in Celestia.